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Fleeing out into the back porch as the phone buzzed in her hand. Gatlin hadn’t spoken to Onyx since she left, she hadn’t even replied to his message asking if she was okay. Taking a deep breath and slumping down onto one of the large circular chair on the wooden slats of the porch “hello” she spoke after finally answering the call. “Gatlin, hi” his deep voice sounded through the phone “How are you? You never replied to my message I... Ah thought I would call.” “I’m okay, Onyx.” “Did they find you a witch? The separation...” He sighed “perhaps we should have researched more into this mate situation.” Gatlin couldn’t help but laugh what else could she do at their absurd situation caught between a rock and a hard place “maybe... I found a witch though don’t worry” but suddenly concern fil
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