He chuckled. “Just be glad I don’t perform rituals sky clad. Some do, you know.”

He wondered if she’d know the term and from the hearty laugh she gave him, he thought she did.

Still chuckling, he gathered the last of his supplies and went back upstairs to finish preparations in his work space. He’d done some set up the night before, but he preferred to put the finishing touches on the altar just before a ritual. It helped put him in the proper mental and emotional space for the working.

He combined the herbs in his cauldron, creating the right incense. Jim used his regular white handled knife, but he couldn’t help glancing occasionally at the other knife, still in the box Jake had placed it in for travel. Accepting that...

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