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Sierra strokes the imprinted insignia lovingly, her face aglow with new light and I glance at her then meadow, so torn in how to feel. “So, we have some unkillable, all powerful Sister, walking around with the ability to create unbreakable spells and throw her power around? And we’re only hearing of her now? Where is she, how do we find her?” Meadow props one hand on the table to slide her fingers under her chin, her other hand waving that finger in the air, with a sassy tone that hints at a mix of disbelief and lack of trust that this is the answer to our problems. Sierra ignores the underlying attitude and beams our way. “Scotland…. well, maybe. She travels a lot. But she’s Scottish.”

The door opens and Heleni walks in, dressed in all black looking like the angel of death. "Harry, let's leave the ladies to it, shall we?"

“I’m sorry for my sister, this is Crystal.” “Sister?” Landry asked, curiosity peeking at his voice. He knew the girl behind the counter as Lily; she was a she-wolf that works in the witchery shop. But this other girl Crystal didn’t feel like a wolf at all. “Oh, so you’re the king I’ve been hearing so much about,” Crystal said, a smirk tugging at her lips. “I see.” “We are half-sisters,” Lily explained. “We both have different fathers.” “And I’m presuming your father is a sorcerer?” Landry asked, still staring at Crustal.

It already happened, but I still wished it didn’t happen tonight. “You are not. I thought what we had was something special, but I was wrong. I was wrong to trust you again. You used me. Jesus Christ, Harry, you are the shallowest woman I’ve ever met. Of all the things you would sell out was all about us—the only thing left that hadn’t been out to the public.” You used me. My heart turned to ice. “I didn’t write your name.” “People are not so damn stupid, Harriet. Let me guess, your story is entitled Sindy Kate, isn’t it?”