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Chapter Seventy-Three: My Mom

"Are you ready to see this? I can only conjure it once for you, if you back out, there's no going back."

Angelica's warning rattled in my ears, and I swallowed back my trepidation. Everything I was sacrificing, lying for, and hiding from built up to this moment. I stared at the milky white palms of Angelica's hands, enraptured in the strange pink energy that seemed to pool straight up into the air from her pores.

If I wanted out, this would be my only chance. I knew that.

But as I stared at the gravity-defying magic, I couldn't look away.

"I'm ready," I affirmed.

There was no way I could walk away, not now. I needed to know about my mother, what Elijah never told me--what my father had been hiding. I had never questioned, never even wavered in his teachings. So I knew I could never be my own person until I knew the truth.

These were my goals. My aspirations. Not Elijah's, not Morax's.

I needed this.

"Then, let's explore the past. Shall we?" Her hands lifted, and before I knew
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