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I stood over the table map in the archives of the library, paperwork and books strewn everywhere as they had been for the last few hours while I tried to decipher another one of Warrick's visions.
Whatever that witch had in their blood, with each vision he had, his ability to speak and understand English was slipping.
I couldn't work out why. Seb was far more knowledgeable on magic and witches than the rest of us, but even he had no idea.
I growled out a sigh, slamming closed an ancient book of Lycan illnesses, unable to understand it.
"Don't let Ari know you did that," Luca said from his seat by the fireplace, his feet over the edge of one of the stuffy recliners and his glasses barely on his nose. He pushed them up to look at me, gesturing to the book. "She loves that stu
