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"WELL, THAT JUST WON'T DO."

Lana frowned, hearing the pull Phoebe Halliwell felt for the attorney, Cole Turner.

She'd been watching the Halliwell's ever since Leo and Piper Halliwell started their little affair. She'd decided to cover for him when he messed up and help keep the girls safe.

From afar.

She didn't want to intervene entirely and mess things up more than Leo already had, but this was different.

Narrowing her eyes, Lana orbed down to the Halliwell Manor, leaning against the wall as she watched Prue and Phoebe talk.

Leo had told her he was proposing to Piper, which was a...can of worms? That sounded right. What an odd metaphor. A can of worms. Who wanted to open a can of worms? Oh, that makes sense. No one. The metaphor tracked.

Woah, go humanity!

Lana crossed her arms, listening to Phoebe and Prue praise the new attorney.

Cole Turner.

She recognized the name and couldn't remember exactly why she remembered it.

Cole Turner.

It was on the tip of her tongue, nagging at her mind like a worm. That was the right term, right? Worms?

Gosh, she needed to come to Earth more. She'd only had one charge in all her time as a Whitelighter, and it was over two decades ago.

Leo loved to listen to poetry and read books throughout history. He loved listening to music and following educational trends and being...smart.

Lana preferred to read those fantasy books people created. She distinctly remembered when the Hobbit came out, or...she watched herself read the Hobbit and decidedly enjoyed those.

So she read fantasies. And romance novels. And listened to the music created in the eighties — she decided that was her favorite era. She'd watched Leo's clients come and go, their big outlandish hair as the music played.

Cole Turner.

Where had she...?

Lana froze, watching Phoebe and Prue leave the house.

Cole Turner.

The half-demon. Where Leo worked with witches and clients with important futures, Lana was tasked with less important tasks.

Mainly observing demons.

Or watching pedestrians cross roads.

Or greeting people and taking them to the Other Side.

Anything the Elders convened that would keep her away from actually doing anything, really.

And she didn't mind it. Sometimes she pitched in a little more than was necessary, but what's to say she wasn't just helping?

She'd only failed...

Okay, the number didn't matter.

What mattered is that she tried. Right? Tried to help? That was the basis of—

Cole Turner.

Right.

She needed to stop Cole Turner from wreaking havoc on Phoebe Halliwell's life. And poor Leo was so consumed by his own life — and he'd not met nearly half as many demons (lucky for him, really) — as she had, that he probably had no idea who Cole really was.

But Lana knew.

And she could hear it Phoebe's thoughts, feel it in the air. She wanted Cole. And it was bad to want a demon because a demon could latch on in a second and suck the life out of someone.

Phoebe had so much life left to give.

Lana would make sure it stayed that way.

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