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Alec and Daniel rushed back into the room, but Diana waved them away. She caught Pedro’s flailing hands with one of hers and used the other to tilt Pedro’s head toward her, forcing eye contact.
The second his bloodshot brown eyes met her clear green ones, he stopped struggling and quieted down. From the corner of her eye, she saw Alec and Daniel exchanging a look, but she ignored them and waited until they slipped back out of the kitchen before closing her eyes, focusing on the spell surrounding Pedro.
It was like an octopus—its sticky tendrils threaded in and out of Pedro’s aura with a tenacious hold. It wasn’t strictly a witch’s spell. Traces of something else were weaved into the fabric. She’d never seen anything like it.
It was clear that the spell was failing, too. From what she
