<span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 15px">She shut the door quietly behind her, dark eyes glancing around to notice that Phoenix had also left. She quirked a brow at that, but let it go. It had become an odd night to say the least. Fun, but odd. With her mind still on Goodman and his supposed Curse, she sauntered back into the house seeming a bit distracted. Something didn't feel right, but she couldn't quite place her finger on it. There was something off. Turning to King and Dawn, she tilted her head faintly to the left.<br/>
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"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3">Excuse me for a moment. I believe I left your gifts upstairs</span>."<br/>
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A very thin thread was tugging her up the stairs, a subtle Magickal tug that she couldn't ignore. She made her way up to the second floor, her fingertips passing across the casing of the doorway that led to the bathroom. No, not here. His energy didn't even detour into the bathroom. It went straight to the Ritual Room. Annoyance flashed briefly in her eyes. Now she had to know. Her boots steps were determined, quick as she nearly stomped down the hallway. She flung open the door with her power, her gaze taking stock of her altar. Cauldron, athame. There, to the right of a large white candle was an empty space. The space where the <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.etsy.com%2Flisting%2F618292274%2Ffae-necklace-of-artemis&amp;hash=2999da91ed79ce746d0789bf585ee5b7" href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/618292274/fae-necklace-of-artemis" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Amulet of Artemis</a> once sat. It was a powerful talisman that the Seelie Fae had given her.<br/>
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<b>That son of a bitch.</b><br/>
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There was another tug on her energy, pulling her into the direction of her bedroom. What could he have possibly...<br/>
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Jen practically ran from the room, bursting through her still partially open door. Sure enough, one of her dresser drawers was still cracked. Nearly yanking it off of it's track, she peered inside. Sure enough, one of her sets of intimates was missing their panties. He had to take the black and purple lace set?<br/>
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"</span><b><span style="font-size: 22px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3">Goodman</span></span></b><span style="font-size: 15px">!!!!"</span></span>