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Jasper’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t know what that has to do with?—”

“Answer the fucking question,” she ordered, baring her teeth. Jasper swallowed hard.

“Yes,” Alastair answered for him. “He was a Witch.”

No, no, no.

“It’s her. She’s the Blood Witch,” Fey murmured, feeling the world tilt around her. “It’s Vivian.”

Jasper shook his head. “What? No. No, she’s a Shifter, not a Witch. I’ve seen her Wolf, Fey.”

“She’s a Shifter with Witch blood,” Alastair said, considering it. “It’s… rare. But?—”

“But shecouldbe a Witch. She could have powers, couldn’t she?” Fey finished for him. This was bad. Goddess, this was so bad. “Callum said something in the council meeting about shared genetic traits…”

She had to find her. Find her before Kallista did. Vivian was in danger. Her Jasper’s Vivian.

“Where would she go, Jasper?” Fey asked.

He was panicked, his gaze unfocused, eyes so wide she could see too much white.

“She’s not a Witch,” he insisted, shaking his head. “She can’t be. She would have told us, would have told her family. She would have toldme.”

“Focus.” Fey snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Jasper, we need to find her. Now. She is in danger and every second counts. Where would she go?”

Kallista would find her. And Kallista would kill her.

Unless Fey could get to her first.

This time, when the memory of Willow’s death jumped to her mind, her sister was wearing Vivian’s face.

Jasper blinked. Finally, his eyes focused. First on Fey’s hand, and then slowly rising to look her in the eyes.

“There’s a warehouse,” he said finally. “She and her friends hang out there. She thinks we don’t know about it, but…” He took a deep breath. “It was Declan’s hideout first.Ourhideout. Declan’s younger brother, Jayce… he’s Vivian’s best friend. That’s where she’d go.”

Fey slid her blades into place on her thighs. Their weight was a familiar comfort.

“Then that’s where we’re going,” she said.

Chapter 63

ALICE

Joy was awake when she got home. Waiting up for her, like she always did, even when they fought. Even Joy’s anger held a kernel of love, always.

Looking at her where she sat on their shared bed—seeing her beautiful soft blonde hair, her bright intelligent eyes—looking at herhurt.

I have to protect her, Alice thought, her heart twisting in her chest. She looked away quickly, bending down next to their bed and reaching for her blades.

No matter what… I have to protect this.

Joy took one look at Alice’s face as she searched and knew something was wrong.

“Alice? What happened? You look… you look terrified.”

“It wasn’t Fey,” Alice told her. Joy’s gaze hardened, and she opened her mouth, probably to remind Alice she’d said so from the start. Alice raised her hand to silence her. “But it… it is a Blood Witch. Kallista is trying to find her now. I’m going after her. Fey and I are going to stop her.”

Fear of what could happen if they weren’t careful colored her nextwords. “I need you to hide, Joy. After I leave, I need you to lock the door, and —”

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