Stuck Between Two Alphas
“So, these alphas… they went looking for help. Not just any help, supernatural help. Magic, Evelyn. Ancient shit.”
He paused. “They found someone.”
“Who?”
He looked up, squinting like he was trying to remember the name. “What were they called again? Fluke witches? No, no… flame witches? Fleer witches?”
The second that name rolled off his tongue, my heart skipped, no, slammed inside my chest.
“Flare witches,” I whispered.
Daniel’s eyes snapped to mine. “What was that?”
“Nothing,” I said quickly, too quickly. “Keep going.”
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