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The party went on longer than I hoped.
When the chalice came my way, Heath deflected it, and no one said a word about it. After all of them drank a little of the humans’ blood, the music became louder once more and the dancing and drinking resumed—and the bodies stayed there, strewn on the rugs, blood pooling around them.
Some witches even soaked their feet in blood.
Holy s**t, I couldn’t take this anymore.
I yawned, pretending to be exhausted and dizzy, and made my way to my bedroom. Heath started escorting me.
“Don’t be silly,” I told him with a fake small smile. “Stay. Enjoy the party.”
“Are you sure?”
Yes, I was sure. I wanted him and all the witches far away from me.
Once in my bedroom, I changed out of those robes and into my leggings, sweater, and boots. My hands shook a
