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not to mention the incredible competitive streak
they had with each other.
The witches tended to live in sorority type
housing, if the sorority house was in hell. Crazy
bitches, every one Lillian had ever met. The
warlocks were loners, often traveling alone or in
pairs. Again, the competitive streaks were too
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intense to allow for much male bonding. Lillian
wasn t sure how the witches managed to get
around it all and live together successfully, but
they seemed to do fine.
Lillian nearly choked as she realized her very
own daughter was half one of them, half a
despicable witch! Would she cast spells, such
witch magic as that, and would her skin turn
green with each spell cast as the witch s skin did?
A witch s power was based in her skin, making
them sensitive to touch and feeling of any kind, as
if that were an excuse for their whoring about. Her
daughter would never fit in with the elves, would
never be accepted, another abomination to nature,
born of her very own body.
Lillian forced her thoughts away from the
possible problems with her daughter and thought
again of the time she had spent with the father.
Darell had been beautiful and kind and so very
sweet, up until those horrid lies had been told
through his lips. He d told her the child was
deceased, that he would bury it and leave her
because he couldn t stand to lose another child
because of their unholy union.
She had believed it, every word. Had taken it in
and knew her punishment for desiring another
species had been the loss of a child she had grown
to love as it grew within her.
Lillian forced to mind a question she didn t
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want to look at. Had Darell been a wizard and not
a warlock? The distinction was slight, but oh so
very important. A wizard was born a warlock, but
he moved beyond what a warlock will use for
power and what he will do with his magic.
A wizard calls to the dark, to unnatural and evil
forces for power that he will then use to destroy
and harm. A warlock may not be the most trusted
of immortals, but they are nothing like a wizard. A
warlock has purple eyes, like his sister the witch,
and black hair. A wizard s eyes are black, the dark
magic lives within them. Not everyone knew there
even was a difference between a warlock and a
wizard. It wasn t something the witches and
warlocks liked to let on about. They tended to try
and take care of the rogues on their own, probably
the only thing the males and females of the species
agreed upon, other than sex.
Lillian was sure Darell s eyes were purple, she
could remember how beautiful she had thought
they were, how she had wished her child would
have those purple eyes, instead of her own brown.
Darell hadn t been of the dark, but he certainly
hadn t been what she d thought either.
Lillian snapped out of her depressive thoughts
when Henry spoke and the familiar tingle of his
voice moved along her ears. When she focused, he
was still a way s away, calling quietly to her. His
wolf got to her first and she had plenty of time to
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calm herself and erase her expression before
Henry was within sight. She would make it clear
to him that his sympathy was neither desired nor
necessary.
I hope you got something to go on. She made
no move to get up and he settled in beside her
before answering.
I m sorry, Lillian, but no, I didn t get even a
faint scent. The trail is far too old. We ll have to try
something else. I know if we got close, like in the
same city, I would be able to find her just from
instinct. I ll be drawn to her as a part of you, the
holder I m bound to guard. We just need a
direction. Where did you meet this& what is he?
Darell is a warlock I met in Nevada.
Henry s eyes widened. You got involved with
a warlock! Gods help us if he gave her up to his
sisters. You know warlocks never raise their
daughters, it s the witches who get female
offspring, and those bitches are crazy hateful
things.
Lillian s jaw clenched, but she managed to keep
her voice flat. I know how they do things, Henry.
But it doesn t matter, wherever she is, we will find
her and she will be coming home with her
mother.
Okay then, let s head to Nevada. Henry
stood, ready for her to flash them away.
We can try, but I doubt they would still be
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there. I can t imagine he would be dumb enough
to have gone back to where I met him if he were
trying to hide from me.
What other option do we have?
You re right, but we can t be seen so you will
have to stay close to me. I can glamour us if you re
close enough. At least its day and we don t have to
worry about anyone seeing him. So close to the
full moon, there would be no hiding him from
stupid human eyes. She stood.
Okay then. Henry stepped closer and put a
hand on each of her arms.
The touch was too familiar and too welcome.
Lillian shrugged it off, then centered herself and
flashed them away, one hand around Henry s
wrist. She needed to keep herself calm and cold to
get through this ordeal, but Henry made it so
difficult.
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