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CHAPTER 21
Erzulie's point was made abundantly clear. Well, I was a little confused when she began crying, rambling about the fate of humanity, but besides that, she had made her point very clear.
Once she left us, Rocio was in denial about what had just happened.
"No." she shook her head, expelling the ideas from her mind. "There's no way. Erzulie isn't going to make Lisa do that, Aza. Right?"
"Her terms were clear," I said, trying to keep a level head. "She said -"
"I know what she said, Lisa," Rocio snapped at me as if she was the one tasked with seducing a vampire. I didn't have the energy to deal with Rocio's rudeness but instead wondered just how this was go
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