"Bethany?" he murmured when he reached her table. Harry admired her self-control, so she didn't even flinch or look his way, betraying her disguise. He held up the half of Alexi's business card that served as his identification.
Bethany peered from under
her floppy hat and slid her half of the card across the table toward him. She didn't
take her fingertips off the card until he matched up his half to hers.
"Harry Morton,"
he said, and held out his hand. Bethany's slim, strong little hand slid into his.
Something sparked, almost a buzz, between their fingers.
"Static electricity."
She offered a crooked little smile and a whisper of laughter as she jerked her hand
away.
"Uh. Yeah."
Harry slid into the booth facing her while he gathered his thoughts. She had felt
that? She had soaked up more magic than he had first guessed.
Fascinating.
"I think Alexi insisted
on all this cloak and dagger just for the fun of it," she said, as the audience
applauded the first illusion of the evening. She grinned, which made an inexplicable
world of difference for Harry. If she had scowled or showed reluctance in any way,
he didn't know what he would have thought of her.
"Yep, that's my favorite
cousin."
"You look like him."
Bethany offered an awkward little smile.
"You think so?" He glanced at Alexi, who stepped back and held up the silk purse on a pole, so Megan could demonstrate there was nothing in it. Real magic made things so much easier for magicians, Harry mused, but Alexi and Megan insisted on practicing sleight of hand, doing it the way full Humans did. He supposed it was all in the challenge.
"He has more glitz, but there's a strong resemblance. Of course, combing your hair back like that and dressing so casual, that makes people kind of pass over you. So, you're really good at this invisibility thing?"
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