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Nasima called the wind to her and wiped away the dark magic that had surrounded her while she’d been in the Blackhorn Manor. She had never liked being near witches, but being in their place of magic, where they conjured and summoned, was even worse. Having to enter two such places in one day was really pushing her patience. For a moment, she allowed herself to think of Beval. Her mate would have teased her mercilessly as her irritation grew because he loved to poke at her. There was no doubt in her mind he adored her, but that didn’t stop him from provoking her as often as he could.
They were standing on the steps of a home that looked as though it could be in a Norman Rockwell painting, so picturesque and perfect. It was in complete contrast to the feeling of darkness that washed ove
