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Cat blinked at this new apparition. “‘Dubois’?” she repeated. “You’re part of the witch clan here in New Orleans?”
The man offered her a sad smile. “I was the prima’s consort. I came to take my daughter away from Nicholas Toulouse — ”
“ — and he stopped you.”
“Killed me, actually.” Edgar’s gaze shifted downward, as if he was looking at the ground floor of the house. “Down in the foyer. He is…very strong.”
Well, Cat knew that already. “Does Celeste know?”
“As far as I can tell, no. While she might have gone with him to spite her mother and me, I know she wouldn’t remain loyal to him if she knew the truth.” He paused for a moment, mouth tight, as though he wrestled with inner doubts that he didn’t want to share with her. “I can only imagine what you must think of her, but remember,
