Oddly it bothered her more that Kai had seen fit to provide her with a new wardrobe than it did that he’d swiped her cell phone and her keys. The later at least made sense, the former was just insulting. True, her jeans had been a bit worn around the edges and the sweatshirt had seen one too many art classes to really be called any specific color, but darnit, they were her clothes and she wanted them back.

In theory she should have been able to track them down, the house was large but it wasn’t that large. Even if she took it a room at a day she’d find them eventually. Only he’d put some sort of confusion magic on the hallways and she searched the same room three times before she realized what she was doing. It didn’t help that the decorating style for two-thirds of the mansion was ‘dust cloths and bubble wrap’. It looked like someone was in the process of moving in or out, and she hadn’t decided which way the enigmatic immortal was headed.

Well, at least not ‘out’ until the curse was lifted.