Pacing. She was pacing. At least she was pretty sure that was what mortals called it. Her arms were folded and she kept muttering to herself.
"Wasn't him. Dammit, call, Max."
Back to the other side of the room. "A spell. Must have been a spell. Karla's probably already looking for the answer. Come on, Karla, call."
She'd left two
voice mail
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