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Imprisoning such monsters only means they escape at a later time.”
    A floating orb of light appears almost directly in front of the Lord Advocate. It flashes bright white and then pale yellow. “Esteemed,” says Brynwolf. “Please let the Eighth of the Nine know the situation has been resolved. Chana Magus is no longer a threat. The binding was successful and her spirit sent to the nether realms.” The Esteemed pulsates blue for a moment and then back to white. “I will head to the Nexus to present my full report in person as soon as we finish here.”
    The Esteemed bounces up and down in the air and disappears.
    “Did the Eight of the Nine actually authorize her imprisonment?” I ask.
    “Not really,” says Brynwolf, finally cracking a smile. “I think she realized that, too, and called my bluff. I just saw an opening and took it.”
    “She was talking in circles, anyway,” says Houston. “She pretty much admitted that she didn’t actually Imprint me, but then says my father killed her. But we know the man who killed her wasn’t a witch or even related to any witches.”
    “A man’s body is born from his mother’s womb. But a man’s soul is born from his own heart,” says Red Turtle to Houston. “Regardless of your parentage, you are who you chose to be. You are not who they were.”
    “Thanks, Master Yoda,” says Houston with a thumbs up gesture.
    Red Turtle looks down at me. “Your apprentice, Nancy. He’s a geek. You know that?”
    “Yeah, I do. And I wouldn’t have him any other way.”
    He kneels down and takes my head in his hands. He says an incantation in Unami and I feel the throbbing in my skull slowly start to subside.
    “Thank you,” I say as I can start to think clearly again.
    “I expect this mess cleaned up before you all leave,” he says before departing. “And Joshua, try to read my thoughts again, and the next time I morph you into an animal, it won’t be a wolf.”
    “Understood,” says the Lord Advocate with a salute.
    Red Turtle transforms into an eagle and flies off.
     
    * * *
     
    Eric listens intently as I relay the events to him. “And she didn’t even realize the bloke was sitting right there as a wolf the whole time?”
    “Hide in plain sight,” I reply. She had to have felt his energy, but probably assumed the wolf was a spirit animal or spirit companion to Red Turtle. She had no reason to suspect otherwise.
    “Still, bold risk but bloody brilliant!”
    Houston comes down the stairs and sits in the recliner. “Risha said she’ll make some quiet inquiries. See if she can dig up anything about my dad. She said it’s possible he could have been an undocumented adept. Lots of people have magical potential but never develop it.”
    “Let it go, mate.”
    “Nah, it’s good. I’m good. This is more just curiosity now.”
    “Well, I need to get home and let Gregor know what happened,” says Eric as he stands and stretches. “It’s all good if I’m gone about a week, ya? Gregor needs me to help him with some mapping project.”
    “This doesn’t have anything to do with his plans to visit the mouth of the River Styx, does it?” I ask.
    “No. I think he may be off that. He just accepted a consulting contract with Elliswyr Transportation. They’re working on commercial portable teleporters. Small enough to fit in a purse.”
    “Sounds interesting,” says Houston.
    “Sounds dangerous,” I reply. “But take whatever time you need. November is fairly slow at the shop. Business won’t start picking up again until we get near the Solstice.”
    “Ace. But if you decide to take Houston back to the Hellsmouth to drown his sorrows, ring me and I’ll pop right back!” He teleports out of the living room.
    Houston and I sit in silence for several minutes. “You sure you are all right?” I finally ask.
    “It comes and goes,” he says. “I mean, she was my mother. But she was never my mother, if that makes sense.”
    “It does.”
    “Should we say