35 – The Seer’s Locket
“It’s Georjana!” I hissed, my hands clawing Arawn’s arms as he tried to shake me into my senses. “How could she get in? How could she barge into this house? Nobody could ever step into this house unless I allow them.” Arawn made me look at him, his hand a bit hard as he forced me to focus on his eyes. “Get a grip. We will take back what’s yours, okay?” I glared at him. “She shouldn’t have taken what’s not hers in the first place! That witch.” “Tana Axle,” he muttered, tilting his head on the side, keeping his eyes on me. “I need you in your normal, reasonable self before we plan the next step. Turn off all the rage, will you? I need to sleep.” He then slowly let go of me, giving me space, and stepped out of the tub. The matchstick was already distinguished, the droplets of blood alrea
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