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I raised my hand. “Wait, Mab? As in the Mab?”
Mirela glanced over her shoulder at us and nodded. “Yes. Mab was once my teacher, mentor, and a good friend. That is, before she forsook us for the land of men and cut all ties with me.”
I arched an eyebrow. “You guys just don’t do anything halfway, do you?”
Mirela ignored my question and returned her attention to Toughs. She furrowed her brow and shook her head. “Though I do not remember her looking so young, especially as it has been some twenty years since we last met.”
Toughs squirmed from Mirela’s grasp and stepped back. “I don’t know who you think I am, but I don’t know you.”
Mirela’s face fell and she reached out toward Toughs. “You are Mab, once-leader of the Amazonian witches and the woman who raised me to my positio
