Phoebe frowned at Paige’s words about home. Nothing was there. What did that mean? Exactly when and where were they stuck? She brightened when Paige said she had the book, then sighed when she said it wouldn’t help. “Well, at least it’s here. Which means that if we do need it for anything, we can use it. I mean, there has to be something useful in there, right?”
She tilted her head with a grin. “I was blond when I was younger, but I got wiser as I got older.” She winked a bit, then shifted a little uncomfortably. Just before her blond phase, she’d been a wild and reckless teenager – something Paige had only just recently discovered about her when a spell had gone terribly wrong.
After they orbed to the apartment building, Phoebe studied it as they walked in, glancing around the lobby. “Doesn’t look too bad. Could use some more color, though.” She followed after her to her apartment. “Exactly how long have you been here, Paige?”