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Up until the moment when those words emerged from her mouth, Sloane honestly hadn’t thought she knew what in the world to do with the information Jeremy had just given her. And so easily, too — he’d answered in less than half an hour the question that had been haunting her for most of her life.
My mother’s name was Nora Cantrell. She was a witch, and she was twenty years old.
Of course, getting that information had only led to a flood of other questions. Who was her father? Was he a warlock, like Jeremy, or a regular guy? Did witches and warlocks even get intimate with regular mortals, or did they stay with their own kind?
And she realized that, while Jeremy could dig up all sorts of data for her, none of it would tell her who her father was and, more importantly, why her mother had
