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Sett walked down the street, soaking up the power that seeped up from the very cobblestones under her feet. New Orleans, Louisiana was older than her hometown of Belle Cove in both age and power – and she could feel the essence of it rising up through her shoes.
Maybe she was more sensitive to it, being a witch with fae blood, or maybe because she was someone who had never traveled more than three hours outside of the place she’d been born. Perhaps differences were more apparent to Sett due to her lack of experiences with unfamiliar places. Either way, the power and old beauty of New Orleans had charmed Cosette Fortin from the minute she stepped off the boat onto the dock.
Bags collected, she pulled out her phone to look up where she was staying. Commander Walsh had arranged her tri
