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Revelations II
I tried to move, but my limbs hung leaden in the chair. I recalled that Crystal had been poisoned. Had someone slipped something to me? The only person who could have was Jared, and I didn’t think it was him. Or I hoped not.
“Don’t fight it,” Lonna said. “You have a witch, a wizard, and a wizard-werewolf hybrid magically holding you in place.”
“Who’s the freak?” I asked through clenched teeth.
“I prefer the term truly unique individual,” she said with a small smile. “Although there are more of us than you’d suspect. Max?”
“Right.” He stood and put a hand on my head. “One has already died, and others—likely including yourself—are in danger. Consequently, the information you hold could save your life as well as those of others. Do you consent to this interrogation?”
