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Chapter 1

Hallie, September, New Orleans

“The only reason you want irls in a corset,” I said

“Hallie Keep it real” Poe rolled his eyes “I know those aren’t yours”

I launched a thigh-high boot at his head buta black mark on my bedroom wall

Poe Sharpe was built like a spark plug, coirls take a second look Probably as they tried to figure out why he was attractive I chalked it up to his ser, and an unhealthy amount of leather

“Why can’t you just pop in and be done with the whole thing?” I asked

“You have to distract the front et the job done,” Poe answered, with a fair a

“I’rumbled as I laced up the other boot, “that there’s no point in being able to teleport if you still need a sidekick I could be doing so

“Don’t call it teleporting It eek factor” He pushed away from the wall “And I like to think of you as my companion”

“Only if I get to be Amy Pond”

“Who?”

I sighed “How can you call yourself British and not knoho—”

“Hurry up You kno he gets e aren’t on ti to Paul Girard, who didn’t like to be kept waiting by anyone, especially his daughter

“Out” I pointed atdressed, and I’ on a free show here”