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Releasing a sigh of relief, Sabina rose up on her knees and hugged her daughter.

Now maybe, she could take her own advice and stop kissing strangers.

Every time she closed her eyes, the lingering taste of him on her lips had her wishing she could see him one more time.

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LeavingKahlia to play in her room, she went to her own to find the bags she’d packed weeks ago seated against the wall. Deciding to unpack them later, she tossed her tired body onto her bed.

She’d decided hadn’t she, to let Raijins actions speak for themselves but his actions so far, had shown that he didn’t intend to form any attachments to her even after the moment they’d shared in that hospital room.

She released a short laugh; wasn’t she good enough?

Maybe she’d been expecting too much from him, after all she was a divorced mother and a witch. He didn’t look like the type interested in building a family. Being away from her daughter, and faced with danger might have screwed her up.

She’d wanted a jaunt to the past, and with the discovery of Clinger and her sister having to call the Nerium together once more. She was now standing at a split road, she had received what she wanted, but she wasn’t single with no responsibilities. She had a daughter to think about now. Rolling over, she curled up into the fetal position.

And between her and Raijin, she was sure he was the one far more aware of it.

If him not coming was a sign of his intentions then she’d heard them loud and clear.

Lifting her hand, she pointed her two fingers up and spun them clockwise. A few seconds later, the bright red robe entered her room. Grabbing it from midair, she drew it to her nose and inhaled deeply closing her eyes she drifted off to sleep.

Maybe they weren’t meant to be.

Chapter28

Play Time

RAIJIN

“Ialready told you everything.”

The man who sat bound to a chair, with an ear missing cried out when Castian nonchalantly stabbed him in the leg once more. “That’s the twentieth knife.” He mused allowed, another blade appearing out of thin air in his hands as he looked the other warlock over. “Where, oh where should I put the next one.” He sang.

Raijin sat on the desk across from the man currently being played with by Castian. “So, you’re saying you just happened to get a job to create a prison under ground and you don’t know who gave it to you, Andre?”

Andre nodded; his brow covered in sweat the scent of his fear permeating the room so thickly that Malcolm had to cover his nose. “Yes, please you gotta believe me. The guy came with purified chalk, and cash, asked me to draw him out a blueprint that would shape stone and asked me to key in certain blood signatures that would be able to move through it freely. That’s it.”

“Why don’t I believe you,” Raijin asked tapping his knee with his pointer finger. “Everything sounds legit, up until you say ‘the guy’ then something starts to smell like shit. Castian.”

“Mhmm,” Lifting his arm, Castian aimed for his dick this time. “Will you piss yourself or not?”

“Wait, Wait.” Andre cried.

Leisurely, Raijin lifted his hand stopping Castian from castrating Andre.

Castian, who’d stopped the daggers descent a pinkies distance away from the man’s dick clicked his tongue, replacing his blade in his back pocket and taking a step back. “And here I was looking forward to answering my own hypothesis.”

Andre, beyond terrified released a shudder. “The-the guy’s name is Jamieson, don’t know anything else. Just that whoever he’s working for is packing in t-the money department. He doesn’t hang out with the younger warlocks on Wickham row, but he’s a regular at the Shade.”

“The shade?” Raijin frowned, that name was familiar. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, yeah he goes to gamble with a few of those uppity families, like Renson and Napier.” At the mention of the last name, Castian stiffened.

“He’s the only connect I got, please let me go.”

Jumping off the desk, Raijin nodded. “Maybe next time, don’t make it so hard on us,” he kicked a dead body laying at his feet, “and get better guards.” Motioning to the left with his chin to the other two, he made his way out of the room.

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