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“I’m not ready to let you go yet,” he said, pulling me closer. “You must have work to do—for the Congregation, Philippe, Elizabeth. I’m fine, Seven,” I insisted, though I wanted to stay exactly where I was for as long as possible. “Vampires reckon time differently than warmbloods do,” he said, still unwilling to release me. “How long is a vampire minute, then?” I asked, snuggling under his chin. “It’s hard to say,” Seven murmured. “Some length of time between an ordinary minute and forever.” Chap ter Twenty Two Assembling the twenty-six most powerful witches in London was no small feat. The Rede did not take place as I had imagined—in a single, courtroom-style meeting with witches arrayed in neat rows and me standing before them. Instead it unfolded over several days in shops, taver
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