Walking into it as a dog proved to be a whole new experience. The smell of the herbs and oils were so sharp and distinct, I felt dizzy. Logan held the door for Kate and Terra, who’d pointed out he’d promised her a trip to the shop once I’d been found. He didn’t hold the door for Thorandryll, who paused outside to answer his cell phone. “Quite the parade,” Jo said, hurrying out from behind the counter to bend down and hug me. “Hi, Cordi. I’m so glad you’re found.” I hadn’t licked anything but my chops—okay, the seat in Logan’s truck once too—as a dog, but for her I made an exception and laid a sloppy dog kiss across her cheek. She laughed and scruffed the fur on my neck. “Cordi.” The rusty croak wasn’t a familiar voice. David stood behind the counter, glasses propped on his head, a dark blue cardigan hanging crookedly from his shoulders. He pointed at his familiar, who stood on a hunk of quartz displayed on the counter.
