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MARKULA
My feet are rooted to the patio stones. My wife, the woman who took my blood, who took my life, is staring at me. But I can’t go after her — it’ll do no good.
She can kill me, though. And swiftly.
Is she the one trying to hurt Dawn? Would she have gone through all this just to get to me? No, that’s ridiculous, she’d have no way to know about Dawn’s mother, that Dawn and I would eventually be connected unless …
She had a Diviner on her side.
But this isn’t about jealousy — it can’t be. So what the hell is going on here?
I don’t know who to talk to first, and the choice is soon made for me — Narimi approaches, the throngs parting for him like he’s royalty, and in this group, it might be true. They don’t know what I know — they can’t see what he is.
He pauses halfway betwe
