Enchanted Dezantre
I said, kissing Kenzie’s head.
Tara’s eyes snapped to Kenzie, and I could tell she was shocked and jealous. Tara had always tried to get in my bed even though I always denied her. She had a fake beauty about her because her mother was quite skilled with manipulation magic. In this case, it worked like plastic surgery. It was very fake and very noticeable if you cared to look through the glamour.
“How impolite of me, this is Kenzie. Kenzie, this is Tara the daughter of Markov Angeloff of the New York Council,” I introduced her.
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