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A powerful charm hung around Balthus’s neck, and it glowed, protecting him. He wore a blue blazer and white shirt. He looked exactly like his photo, except the sinister air was heavier in person.
He pulled out a gun and pointed it at Darius.
“It’s such a shame,” Balthus said. “We’re always a few steps ahead of you, Miss Robinson.”
“Leave Darius out of this,” I said.
“You chose to involve him when you started your little scheme,” he said.
“I killed your dream mage,” I said. “I’ll do the same to you if you even think about touching him.”
“That’s very cute,” Balthus said. “But I want to know something. Why did you really decline my invitation?”
“I won’t be part of any organization that indulges in evil,” I said.
Balthus laughed. “What evil?”
“I believe everyone should have the fr
