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My palms sweated and my heart pumped against my rib cage. Holy s**t, what was I doing? I had just met Evelyn and I was walking into a den of dark witches. Powerful ones who had probably been practicing magic their entire lives. Who was I to go against them? To outsmart them? This was crazy …
But before I could rethink this, Evelyn halted in front of the largest archway on the second floor. Beyond it, at least two dozen women in cocktail dresses occupied the place, some of them standing close to the railing, some by the bar in the back, but most were seated on the black velvet couches, with drinks and food strategically placed on the mirrored tables. A handful of men clad in only black pants danced among them.
One of the women threw money at the men and the others laughed.
So this was
