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met, and Hecate, whom she herself had drowned. She might as well add Jer to that list. He was as lost to her as he would have been if he were dead.
    Alex kissed her. Although she did not resist him, she did not return it. She knew what his plans were for her, for them . She needed time, though. Maybe one day he would kiss her and she wouldn’t think of Jer. She couldn’t help but think of the members of Alex’s coven—she couldn’t think of it yet as her coven—who would willingly share his kiss and his bed. Still, she, Pablo, and Armand had had very little contact with Alex’s followers, even though they were all traveling together.
    The Temple of the Air, at least those members who had come with them, was a dozen strong and a mix of male and female. They weren’t rude to Holly, Pablo, and Armand, but neither were they welcoming. It was sometimes easy to forget they were even there, since they kept their distance. Alex had chosen to spend more and more of his time with Holly. She, in turn, had stayed close to Pablo and Armand. Them she knew and trusted, and that was important, especially when her whole world was chaos.
    â€œCheer up, Holly. I have some news you will really like,” Alex said, breaking through her thoughts.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œI’ve found another Supreme Coven headquarters, and after we wipe out this coven, we’re heading there next. Together we have the power to destroy it.”
    Holly took a deep breath. “Where?”
    Alex conjured a globe, and it spun slowly in the air in front of her. On it she saw a red dot. She could hear her high school geography teacher shouting in her head, but she was too tired for guessing games or trying to remember something that seemed so long ago. She looked at Alex questioningly.
    He smiled. “It’s in Bombay.”
    Paris: Eli
    Cloaked in invisibility, dressed for the winter chill in jeans and a thick black hoodie, Eli shielded the flame of his black candle as he threw salt and hare’s blood into the wind and recited a spell in the old tongue to find the One Who Is Lost. A trio of oblivious Germantourists passed him; a nun in a black-and-white habit paused, tilting her head, as if trying to detect the source of her sudden unease.
    Yes, I made a blood sacrifice on your hallowed ground, he silently taunted her. What of it? Your religion is steeped in blood sacrifice.
    His thoughts instantly returned to Mary, and he winced. Seeing her in that cave had led him to find a boat that was hidden in there. He had returned in the morning, afraid of what he would find, but her image had faded. He had tried not to think of the boat as some gift magically left across time for him, but it was hard, especially when he had searched that cave his second day on the island.
    Occult energy rippled along his skin like an aura. He had been learning more and more to harness his newfound powers. Surely, armed with that, he could find one witch and her child.
    He glided unseen in the weak sunlight as he walked along the rooftop of Notre Dame Cathedral. The ancient city of Paris sprawled beneath him, white marble and skyscraper, and endless traffic. Snowy fog wound around the base of the Eiffel Tower and bathed the Seine. He’d had a sense—a hope—that Nicole and her baby had fled there.
    That baby might be mine, he thought, clenching his fists inside his hoodie. And they are in danger .
    All of Holly’s covenates were on the hit list of the Supreme Coven. They’d gotten past the wards at London headquarters and had taken out innumerable warlocks. Now Holly and Alex were on the rampage, seeking out warlock covens and destroying them. As far as Eli could tell, Nicole and the baby weren’t with them. At least Holly had that much sense.
    I have to find them, before the Supreme Coven does. He was sick with fear. Sick, and astonished with himself. His ambitious, cruel father hadn’t raised him to believe in