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I stared at Fabula, completely shocked. What did she mean? She knew what exactly?
Before I could ask anything, Cyrene snapped her fingers and the other seven members of the Dark Order entered the room, along with Lorie, Keeva, Dot, and a handful of other witches. The tiger also appeared by the door, and the raven flew in and took a spot on a bookshelf.
My muscles tensed. s**t, we were surrounded.
Slowly, Evelyn backed up until she stood by my side.
Fabula halted across the table, right behind the box. “I have a little confession to make.” She looked at me. “I’ve never met your mother and she certainly wasn’t a Nightmist witch.”
The blood rushed from my face. “W-what?” I glanced around at all the witches standing them. All of them had said they met my mother, that they missed her.
