Mom asks. “From Grandpa. It’s a little present from Annika. I don’t think it looks anything like me.” “It is much prettier than you are,” Kallen teases and I throw the doll at him which he catches easily with one hand with a laugh. Ignoring him and turning my attention back to Mom and Grandma, I explain. “He stole a picture of me while he was here. Grandma was right; he is a sneaky old man.” Grandma raises her eyebrows. “I do not remember saying he was old.” A little color rushes to my cheeks. I guess she would be around the same age as him. “Anyway, he’s outside.” Now, they’re all shocked again. “He’s here? Now?” Dad asks looking furious. I nod. “Yup, he’s down the road a little bit. I’m thinking he can sense the protection spell. He’s probably trying to figure out how to get around it.” “You talked to him?” Kallen asks looking up from his study of the likeness. “Yeah. He tried to bend my will to him using that thing.”
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