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“Ah, don’t worry, that will come later,” Charlie said and winked, slapping his belly, and I gasped at his implication, but instead I focused on the empty spot where Krampus had been lying earlier. My stomach dropped.

“He’s gone!” I shouted.

Everyone spun and Leven darted down the tunnel.

“There’s nothing he can do,” Charlie explained. “You’ve gained the power, and while you hold it, you are immortal and can’t die.”

My mouth dropped open. “Come again?”

He patted my shoulder. “You have much to learn. Luckily for you, I’m sticking around this Christmas to help you.”

Leven returned, shaking his head. “I checked outside. He’s disappeared.”

And while it scared me to have Krampus on the loose, especially since he knew where I lived and how much my sister meant to me, I somehow had a feeling that he wouldn’t be rushing to return. And I refused to let fear stop me from not visiting the distillery. Once I spent some time in the Workshop with Britt and my men, I’d make a decision on where exactly we’d live. But I didn’t want to think about that now, not when I’d had the craziest past couple of weeks of my time.

“So if you’re Santa,” Britta continued, “does that make me an elf?”

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