Juliana frowned faintly at his description. Sitting in the wilderness in a trance and waiting for an encounter with a wild animal didn't sound particularly safe. Then again, her own perception of what that would be like was probably skewed by how many accounts she'd read of witches and wizards encountering werewolves in the wilderness on full moons. It probably wouldn't be quite so alarming if the animal that happened upon you while you were entranced was only a squirrel.

"I'll see if I can find it and send you a copy," she volunteered. She read a lot of articles, but she also had an exceptional memory. She could already visualize where that particular article had been on the page and how far into the journal it was, and she knew roughly what year it had been published. It would probably only take twenty minutes of looking through things to locate it. If she got a stack of old research journals from Zach, she could do it at her desk the next time Macmillan had a meeting, so she had an excuse to be 'caught up in something' and late delivering his tea. "Who should I address the owl to?"

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