Hayle Coven Novels
Meira took after her, though in a subtler way.
I, on the other hand, refused. I'd allowed it in the past, the dressing, the pretending I was a demon.
No more.
Before Pagomaris could say another word, my egos rose, power flaring, a rainbow of maji magic appearing in flickering flames around me.
"We are maji," I said, allowing their voices out with mine.
She backed off with a meep, bowing almost to the floor. "Of course, maji," she whispered in a quavering voice. "Forgive me, maji."
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