I made fun of Sy, but only a little, for bringing the iron poker with us downstairs again when we finally got out of bed. I had to pour our whiskeys at the living room bar because he kept the poker in one hand and his other arm wrapped tightly around my waist, as if I would vanish if he let go. And I had to admit that was a real possibility.

How did our magic actually work? It had banished my uncle as the iron had banished Jarrah…but neither had returned since. We didn’t ...