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that Holly Cathers was worried. It didn’t take a psychic to read the tension in her face, the fear in her eyes. Being psychic, though, he did know that it wasn’t for herself or him or Armand, or Philippe, or even Alex Carruthers that she was worried. No, her thoughts were with her cousins Nicole and Amanda. She had every reason to be afraid for them. And Pablo had every reason to be worried about her.
    The decision to join with Alex and his Temple of the Air had been a mistake. He and Armand had come with Holly in the hope of fighting evil and making a difference. Some days Pablo wished that he had never heard of the Goddess, had never known another’s thoughts. He would have given everythingto spend his childhood fishing instead of fighting.
    But there was going to be more fighting, a lot of it. When he had regained consciousness in the hotel room in Cologne, the only thing he knew was that he had seen the future. He couldn’t remember what it was, but it scared him. Holly had told him that he had called out for Philippe, but he had no memory of it. As always these days, when Pablo thought of Philippe, he closed his eyes and said a brief prayer for his coven leader.
    He missed Philippe, but more than that he missed Richard Anderson. Whenever the world went crazy, Richard slipped away to a peaceful place in his mind where he relived his memories of fishing with his father. Richard didn’t know it, but Pablo had gone with him several times into those memories, and although he had never even held a fishing pole, he now believed it to be the epitome of tranquility. Someday I will go fishing, he promised himself.
    All Holly wanted in the world was to go to bed and wake up from the nightmare she was living. Ever since the battle in London, she felt as though she were spinning out of control. Everything that she had believed, clung to, seemed to be turned upside down. She had believed when it was all over there would be rest, peace, and that she and Jer would be together. None of that had happened.
    Life was more stressful than ever, and Jer wasnowhere to be found. She didn’t regret her choice to join with Alex Carruthers and his Temple of the Air, but she wished she could have known what was in store for her. She had thought when he said they would continue to fight evil that they would be wiping out small dark covens. Instead she had discovered that the Supreme Coven headquarters in London that had been destroyed at such great cost was just one of many such headquarters around the world. In fact, it hadn’t even been the central one, or the largest one, or even the most evil one.
    â€œJust one small stronghold among many,” she muttered.
    â€œWhat?” Alex asked as he walked into the room.
    She shook her head. “Have you found any Cahors?” she asked, gesturing to the map he held in his hand. The promise of finding other long-lost family members had helped her make the decision to join with Alex.
    â€œNo, but I did find another warlock coven we can take care of,” he said, smiling.
    Holly sighed. So far they had taken out half a dozen small covens without taking any casualties to themselves or Alex’s followers. They were beginning to rack up quite a body count, and yet they still seemed no closer to finding other Cahors.
    Alex sat down beside her. “Don’t worry; we’ll find them. For now, though, we have a job to do.”
    â€œCan’t we just skip this one?” she asked.
    His eyes turned dark. “No, we can’t. Look, every time we take out one of these covens, we’re striking a blow at the Supreme Coven. Look how much chaos they’re responsible for, and how much death. How many have you alone lost because of them?”
    Too many, Holly thought, as the faces floated in her mind. She saw her parents, Tina, Barbara, Marie-Claire, Eddie, Kialish, Dan, Silvana, Tante Cecile, Josh, Sasha, Kari, Alonzo, José Luis, whom she had never even