Chapter 39
-Arlo- I'm burning holes through the warlock's head as he leans forward and looks through the magnifying glass. It's bad enough I had to watch him call upon some spirits for an hour to get this damn spell to work. Now he's taking his sweet time to read the name being scribbled by no one at all. The quill magically moves across the paper, informing him of the sender of that mysterious message box. My patience is dangling at the edge of the cliff, especially because of those trespassers who tried to ambush the town. Killing the coven from Vermont was a big mistake on my part. I should've known word would spread fast. "Cassandra," Nicolas finally declares. "The person we're looking for is named Cassandra from the Jamerson coven." "Does that name mean anything to you, she-wo
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