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the soft glow of the street lamp.
                    I
smiled. Sylvia had quickly become one of my favorite people. I noticed she was
letting the group get far ahead of us.
                    “What’s
with the black hair?” She raised an eyebrow.
                    Shit,
I forgot. I ran my fingers through it and briefly told her about healing Emma.
Her face fell as she listened and clutched a medallion on her chest before letting
out a shaky breath. We stopped walking. I didn’t want to think about this; I
was hoping everyone would forget about it. Now, I worried just how bad it was.
                    “What
does it mean?” I met her green eyes. Only they weren’t just green now, they
were swirling with cloudy white. She was getting in the zone.
                    “Aurora,
if your goal is to safely split from the Devi and walk away with your life, I
think you just made it ten times harder.”
                    I
cringed. I had to say it out loud. “You think the Devi has black hair? That
this is her?”
                    She
brushed her soft fingers over my cheek like I was a treasured daughter and
nodded. “I do. I think you have bound yourself to her even deeper now. I also
think I would have done the same to save a friend.”
                    Returning
the nod, I bit my lip.
                    She
perked up. “Come on, let’s have some fun. Nothing we can do about it right now.”
                    We
walked the length of the parking lot and were nearing the entrance when Kai
spoke into my mind.
                    ‘Have
fun.’
                    I
spun around and squinted across the street. Kai and Max sat on the balcony of
the bar. I glared and Kai raised his glass, tipping his head to Sylvia.
                    Sylvia
chuckled. “Alphas have some serious control issues.”
                    I
nodded in agreement and followed Sylvia through the double doors of the giant
building. Two very handsome and identical twin warlocks bowed as we entered.
                    “High
priestess,” they said in unison, bowing low and giving her a smoldering look.
They looked about late twenties, whereas Sylvia was at least forty.
                    Sylvia
batted her eyelashes. “Hello, boys. A pleasure as always.”
                    I
grinned. There had to be a story there and I was dying to know. But before I
could ask, I felt a large blanket of power saturate my body. I struggled to
breathe for a second.
                    Sylvia
patted my hand gently. “Just a security measure. It will ease.”
                     Looking
around the room, I was left speechless. We were in the opening of a grand circular
conference hall. Black velvet drapes lined the windows, giving complete
privacy. Dozens of large round tables with black linen cloths dotted the open
floor. Above the tables, pink glass lanterns floated in the air. They were
magically suspended! I glanced towards the back of the room and saw an elevated
stage. Looking around the room, my gaze rested on hundreds of witches and
warlocks engrossed in conversation. Off to the right were merchant tables with
trinkets.
                    “Cool!”
I told Sylvia, as she pulled me over to where the coven stood at a refreshment
line.
                    Sylvia
chuckled. “That’s nothing. Wait until you see the belly dancers perform.”
                    My
eyes widened. Belly dancers? This night was going to be so awesome. It’s just
what I needed after being locked up on the mountain for months.
                    As
we passed a group of witches, I felt a darkness come over me. A slight change
in my mood and a subtle pressure on my