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Chapter 15

The San Francisco Council House was in an uproar when our cab pulled up in front of it. First, Brendan had returned without me and then a huge magical discharge had been felt emanating from somewhere over San Francisco Bay. The Extinguishers and councilpersons alike were in a tizzy. Then I walked in holding the hand of a fairy and looking as if I'd been rolling around in a battlefield; frolicking with him in the blood and muck. I thought my father was going to burst a blood vessel.

"There he is!" Brendan pointed an imperious finger at Tiernan. "He must be the one responsible for that magic."

"He's not," I growled, "and I'm fine, Brendan; thanks so much for asking. Don't worry, this blood isn't mine."

"Extinguisher Seren." One of the councilwomen approached us. "Would you please tell us what happened tonight? It appears that you may have first-hand knowledge."

"That I do." I grimaced and let go of Tiernan's hand reluctantly. Oh, that reluctance was not a good sign.

"Allow me." Tier
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