I nod enthusiastically. “Except he’s not a demon anymore. Our spellworked.”
His eyes open wide, head swinging to glance back to where Kit is stationed, chewing on the cap of his pen. “It worked? Like, for real?”
“Apparently on our second try.”
He laughs manically as he continues to stare at Kit. “I amgood.” He swings his head back to me. “What if it worked oneverytry and there are just a bunch of identical Kits wandering around now?”
“He has one soul, just like everyone else, and it’s in him.” I point at Kit.
“Too bad.” Matthias hums. “Is that what he looked like as a human, because, you lucky, lucky girl.”
“Oh, shush,” I say, pleased by this reaction. “But yes. He’s very handsome.” I grab him by the arm to drag him over to Kit. I tell him how the meeting went along the way. “I haven’t heard anything more yet, but they did say it would be like a month before I did, so I’m not worried. Anxious, but not worried.”
Matthias grins. “Well, I am incredibly proud of you, my fellow spooky friend.”
I walk around the table behind Kit and rest my hands on his shoulders. “Kit, you remember Matthias.”
“Of course.” Kit stands and reaches out a hand for him to shake. “I owe you my thanks. I ended up in the UK, but I owe you and your coven my thanks.”
Matthias’s head cocks to the side at that, so Kit gives him a brief rundown of what happened. He then looks to me and says, “Apparently, being declared legally alive is rather difficult after being declared legally dead. Lots of documents and legal matters and lawyers and blech.”
I frown in disapproval. It’ll be difficult for a dead man to build a life.
Matthias hums. “So, you’ve been dead for ten years?”
Kit nods.
“Hmm, well, an easier, more mystical route to go would be a spell.”
“What kind of spell?” Kit and I ask together.
“One to alter official documents. It’s a simple one. People usually use it for aging themselves up or down on birth certificates and licenses or tax evasion, but it could work for this, too. I could rework it a bit so it could function on a larger scale.”
I pull out a chair next to Kit’s to take a seat. “How so?”
Matthias takes a seat, too. Customers be damned. “Well, for starters, we get rid of any copy of your death certificate, erase obits, goodbye tributes on social media, anything that marks you as dead. Then we would create a legal reason for you to have been off the grid for ten years. Work visa or something. You did say you were in England, and there will be a record of you flying back to the US.” Matthias reaches across the table to slide Kit’s notebook over to him, flipping to a blank page and scribbling something down. “And I assume you’re planning to stay in Connecticut?”
“I’ll be wherever Lacy is.”
My fingers trail up and down his back, offering a soft gesture to communicate that I’ll be wherever he is, too.
Matthias continues writing, crossing something out, then writing it again. “Then there’s less chance of your running into anyone you know, former coworkers, employers, girlfriends, whatever.”
Kit hums. “That would work. You’ll help us out?”
“Of course.” He lays the pen down, sliding the notebook back to me.
It’s a short list of ingredients and a spell. I’m not the witchhere, but it looks good to me. I give a bob of my head and slide the notebook back to him.
He rips out the page, folding it and pocketing it. “One favor, for pure curiosity’s sake, can I ask, what was your demon name? It’s not Kit, right?”
“No. Tonkitgrol.”
Matthias throws his head back in a laugh. “You’re joking.”
“No? Why?”
“My cousin summoned you once. On accident.”
