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Star Doesn’t Shine at Night
I wasn’t sure what I expected.
Nose rings, purple hair, lots of piercings?
Maybe in the back of my mind, but I hadn’t given it a lot of thought.
As important as witches were to the running of the Society, I’d yet to actually meet one in person.
They created stasis bottles to store blood for vamp consumption. They were used to determine the veracity of a criminal’s confession. And there were all sorts of other things witches did that were a regular part of the Society’s everyday life, but they eluded me in the moment.
Regardless of the fact that I didn’t know what to expect, I knew Star wasn’t it.
Five foot nothing, light blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, no makeup—not that she needed it—and vibrating energy. The woman tapping her toe impatientl
