JulianI stood in front of the witch's hut.It looked less like a hut and more like a sleek, high-tech cottage, so I checked the location twice — but this was it.Only a few hours ago, she'd called to say she had an opening at six, and I'd bolted out the door; her place was a good two and a half hours from my pack. I hated that I'd lied to Zlata. The hurt, confused look on her face as I left still haunted me. But Belinda was famous, sought after, and even as King I'd struggled to land an appointment. If I missed today, the next opening was a month away, and I couldn't wait that long.I rang the bell, and a melodic young voice answered. "The door's unlocked. Come in."I stepped inside, and my eyes locked onto a pair of curious violet ones.Belinda sat on a sofa facing me, dressed in black, a pointed hat on her head, and a black cat curled in her lap. She looked like a witch out of a fairy tale — almost too on the nose. And she had
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