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Her face didn’t move for a long time. Not so much as a muscle twitch.

Until she smiled.

It was dazzling, like everything else about her.

“My apologies,” she said. “But I’m certain you understand the need for caution in situations such as this. The woman we search for is of particular importance to our coven.”

So, she admitted it. They were witches.

I was mixed up with a bunch of witches.

Kiera, what did you get me into this time?