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Chapter 36
LILITH
"Where is she?" I whispered with a hiss, my gaze skittering across the area.
Penelope had warned us that entering through the illusion would notify Tania but I didn't think she'd manage to get to us so quickly. We barely gathered ourselves from the landing and she was already ready to attack.
"I don't know. Like I said before, there's one thing she doesn't need to siphon and that's her ability to control the shadows. She can use them to disguise herself or travel. Like teleportation," Witchy explained and I didn't think that this was the right time for a history lesson.
I did remember her telling us about this, though, which made things a lot more difficult than they were original. Julian's hand found mine, gripping it tightly in his hold. The sparks that erupted had me releasing a breath I didn't even know I was holding. If my heart wasn't still in my chest I would have been suffer
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