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“I didn’t know where else to go,” Jake explains quietly, making me clench my jaw. No wonder the warrior witches came here so quickly. I know how badly Kir wants me back at the Seminary. To be able to persuade me into drinking blood, so I don’t die from overusing me powers. I squeeze my eyes shut for a long moment, then turn towards Jake with a heavy sigh. “It’s fine. Thank you for acting so quickly,” I finally speak up, meaning every word. “And I’m sorry for disappearing, I … I couldn’t stay there anymore,” I then add, burying my hands into Beelzebub’s fur to forget about my anxiety. Jake stares at me in surprise, not knowing what to say. How could he? He has no idea what I’m talking about. No one but me and Kir. And I’m not ready to talk about it now. “Evelyn, you know that you can come