I'm not sure what I was expecting. Total global meltdown, a zombie apocalypse. Disaster extraordinaire to drop on me from the sky. Yeah, something along those lines. But as I sat there in the kitchen, hands on my jittering knees, mind open to the coven just in case something happened for the fourth straight hour, I finally realized how silly I was being.

Everything was fine. No twinge of warning from Shaylee who seemed to be back to her happy normal. No message from Galleytrot ...