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“I’m worried!” Theresa Russo said for the seventh time. Jerry sighed.

“Honey, I’m sure the kids are going to be fine!” he soothed. “Josef’ll take care of them. He’s a great guy!” She glared at him.

“He’s a vampire!”

“He would never feed on our kids!” Jerry cried, laughing. Then he paused. “Unless they did something really bad…..” The two adults stared at each other.

“I’ll call the airport.”

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Mick watched the three Russo kids explore the apartment. Max was rifling through the fridge, Justin was claiming a bedroom, and Alex was studying the vase Mick kept near the door. She looked up as he wandered over.

“Talk about ugly!” she said. “Was it a wedding present from the in-laws?”

“No, I bought it at a gallery.” Mick answered. Alex looked at him, horrified.

“And by ‘ugly’, I meant that it’s so unique no one would know to steal it!” she said hastily. “I’m gonna go look at bedrooms now.” Grabbing her suitcase, she ran off. Max walked over to Mick, looking thoughtful.

“Something on your mind?” Mick asked.

“Huh? Oh, not really. I was just wondering…….does the fire department have a station near here?” he asked. Mick blinked.

“Why?” he asked. Max hopped up on the counter.

“No reason. I was just wondering in case, you know, the house gets set on fire or something.” he said with a laugh. Mick stared at him and his grin faded. “Never mind,” he mumbled, hopping down and hurrying after his siblings. Mick sighed and shook his head, hiding a grin. Just then, the phone rang and Mick ran to get it.

“Mick St. John,”

“Have they broken anything yet?”

“They’re not that bad, Josef. A little hyper, maybe.”

“You didn’t see what they did to my apartment. It’s a good thing I was already renovating,”

“Anything from their parents?”

“Nothing yet. I’m waiting for the call when Jerry asks if I’ve fed on them yet.”

“You wouldn’t feed on them.”

“With all the sugar in their bodies? Never.”

“What can you tell me about their dad?” Mick asked, walking into his office for a bit more privacy.

“He’s a pretty average guy. Owns a sandwich shop in New York.”

“What’s he doing coming to LA?”

“Thought it would be a good vacation spot for the kiddies.”

“Here’s another thing I don’t get: Why don’t you like these three? You told me once you wish you had kids.”

“These kids are different.”

“Beth suspected the same thing. What’s going on? Why are they so different?”

“They’re wizards-in-training,”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“Why else do you think they can cause so much trouble?”

“Come on, Josef! They’re just kids! It’s not like they can do magic or anything! Right, kids? Kids?” Hopping out of his chair, Mick hurried throughout his apartment, looking for the kids. Only when he was done did he see the open front door. “Oh boy.”

“What?” Josef demanded.

“They’re gone.”

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