He flashes a smile at me, pulling his arm away and sliding it into his jacket. “I’m going to miss your lamenting, Penelope Bunce. And your derision. And the way you occasionally threaten to turn me into a frog. Will you threaten me by text every once in a while? So I know you’re doing okay?”

I fold my arms and watch him shove the T-shirt he was wearing into his backpack. His watch has three dials on it, and there are crystal bracelets on his wrists. I’m not sure I can let him walk out of here, knowing everything he knows.

He adjusts the collar of his jacket and cocks an eyebrow at me. “You’re not thinking of rebooting my memory, are you?”

“I’m thinking about it, but I won’t follow through.”

“I’m already sworn to keep your secrets.” He smiles at me. “And I would anyway.”

Look, I’m not blind. Shepard’s got a lovely smile—warm and wide, full brown lips, a hint of dimples—but he uses it on absolutely everyone for every occasion. I refuse to be affected by it.

I remain stern. “I thought our secrets were valuable currency on the magickal dark web, or wherever it is you hang out.”

“I wouldn’t have so many unusual friends if I couldn’t keep their secrets,” he says.

“How could you possibly be keeping any magickal creature’s secrets? You never shut up about them!”

“I only tell you about the not-secret ones, Penelope!”

“You told me you met a river phoenix. Those are the rarest of the rare. Are you saying that wasn’t supposed to be a secret?”

“I didn’t tell you any identifying details!”

I’m rolling my eyes. I should just stare at the ceiling until Shepard leaves, to conserve my energy. “I’m not going to spell your memory,” I say.

When I look back at him, he’s smiling wider than ever. “Thanks, Penelope … I didn’t want to forget you.”

I pull out my phone and hand it to him. “Here, type in your phone number. I’ll send you your boarding pass. You’ve got your passport, right?”

“Yeah, it’s not going to turn into, like, a leaf or something when I get out of range of you, is it?”

“Why would it turn into a leaf?”

“I don’t know. Magickal reasons.”

“No. You’ll be fine. I mean, call me if you have any problems, but you’ll be fine.”

He laughs.

“What’s so funny?” I ask.

“The idea of me calling you with my problems.” He puts his backpack on.

“You don’t have to leave yet—your flight isn’t for hours.”