[The stalker would still need a way to find out that we have magic. You and me and Charlie are the only ones who know about me. Unless they have some other way to find out than being told and used it before or around the protective wishes, or have been spying on me in great detail without already knowing about the magic and picked up on a suspicious discrepancy that way.]

Bella chews on her lip as she ascends the stairs to her room. She waves to Janine, if she's awake, and starts changing for bed; it's late.

[I suppose I'm not immune to non-mental spying. One moment while I design something to fix that.]