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Grace’s POV I watched in tense silence as Glinda’s magic surged through the air, swirling around the imposters like a storm. Her power wrapped them in invisible chains, holding them firmly so they couldn’t escape as they had before. I could feel the crackle of energy in the room, prickling against my skin, and every nerve in my body was on edge. The women stood rigid, their faces contorted with fear, yet there was something defiant in their eyes. Grayson stepped forward, his presence dark and commanding, the weight of his authority heavy in the air. His voice, when he spoke, was low and dangerous, laced with a quiet fury that sent shivers down my spine. “Who do you work for?” His words were sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade. “What are your names?” But they didn’t answer.