CHAPTER 143 Unseen Hands

Maverick

I shut the phone off before the image could burn itself any deeper into my skull.

Sengal. Maggie Howell. Smiling like architects admiring their finished work.

I didn’t say a word. I didn’t have to. Agatha had seen my face change, had felt the air in the room shift the way witches do wh...

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