The Witch Luna
Now, cloaked warlocks and rogues came in and out of the packhouse, taking Agatha again, and we didn’t even know it until it was too late.
I felt a slight tap on my hand. I looked at it and followed its source, “Seb, my child, don’t overthink. You cannot predict Baltazar’s attacks,” Glinda said. Was she reading my mind? And her slight chuckle answered my question. “I’m sorry, I know it’s intrusive. Agatha wouldn’t have allowed it, but there are things I need to do,” she explained. I couldn’t help but let out a self-deprecating laugh. “Great, our mate’s mother doesn’t trust us,” I thought.
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