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Things were bad. Blue could feel the shift in the air. Everything was working against him. The tension in his shoulders relaxed when a woman with a short pixie cut walked in. She didn’t look like a witch, but it wasn’t like they went around advertising what they were. Tattoos covered both of her arms, she had a nose piercing and multiple studs along her ears. When their eyes collided, she let out a short gasp before walking up to him and placing her hand on his chest. If he could have moved, he would have.
“Blue, it is an honor to meet one of the guard,” she said reverently. She kept her hand on his chest, her amber-colored eyes wide as she whispered something in a language he couldn’t understand. “For the safety of your mate, I ask that you go along with whatever happens in the nex
