[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Mystic Dreams – Chicago, IL
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	I let him talk and get everything out. It sounded like that was more of what he needed at this moment. Besides, I was trying to figure out how to get him out of this and get the information I needed without drawing suspicion. Of course, I knew the easiest way to do that, but it was better with permission.

	I followed his gaze, looked around my shop and smiled. Wayland returned to the kid’s feet and sat on them before proceeding to pure.

	[color=#DB7093]”I can make up a package to send home with you. Plus something to help you sleep,”[/color] I offered him. I finished off my tea before setting it on the table. I clasped my hands together and leaned forward.

	[color=#DB7093]”Why have you come to see me? What do you want me to do?”[/color] He had to ask. If he didn’t ask, there was nothing I could do for him.