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Then, with deliberate slowness, Coco began moving toward Agatha. Each step sent tremors through the earth, her black boots crushing fallen lilies beneath them. "Yes... Mother," Coco murmured, her voice oddly flat. Alaric tensed, his muscles coiling to spring - but Ezra's hand on his arm held him back. The royal beta's eyes were narrowed, his nostrils flaring as he studied Coco's posture. Something wasn't right. Agatha's smile widened as Coco drew nearer. "My loyal child. My perfect vessel. Together we'll—" The words died in her throat as Coco's free hand shot out, fingers like steel bands closing around Agatha's neck. With terrifying strength, she slammed the witch queen against the crumbling stone altar, making the ancient runes flare to life. "Co-Coco?!" Agatha's eyes bulged, her manicured nails scrabbling uselessly at the hand choking her. "What are you—" "Sorry, Agatha," Coco purred, her voice shifting, deepening in
