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Chapters (39)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgements
  5. ONE
  6. TWO
  7. THREE
  8. FOUR
  9. FIVE
  10. SIX
  11. SEVEN
  12. EIGHT
  13. NINE
  14. TEN
  15. ELEVEN
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. THIRTY-THREE
  38. THIRTY-FOUR
  39. Teaser chapter

The doors opened into a lobby. Another curved receptionist’s desk lay directly in front of them with another pretty warlock receptionist. Potted green plants sat in the corners of the room, flanked by rows of chairs where visitors could wait for the person they had an appointment with, she guessed. On either side of the receptionist’s desk stood a glass wall with frosted doors, revealing a corridor of offices.

She was in warlock central.

It was so different from the Coven. This place was all business, no nonsense. Gleaming, polished marble, designer suits. Money.

The Coven was comfortable and easygoing. Sarafina realized in that moment just how much she’d come to think of the Coven as her home in such a short amount of time. The Coven and the people in it had become family.

Well, okay, maybe she didn’t quite want to think of Theo as family. That would be weird.

Powerful wards pulsed to either side of the frosted glass doors. They’d passed through another set of doors at the entrance to the building and one more when they’d crossed the threshold of the thirteenth floor. It had felt like walking through a cobweb. This ward was much stronger and Sarafina could feel it even from ten feet away. No one could get past it unless they were a warlock or invited in by a warlock.

The black-haired receptionist motioned them over with a crooked finger. She spoke to Sarafina. “Mr. Anwar will wait here for you.” The receptionist pointed at the door to her right. “Tenth office on the right.”

Theo nodded at her once—it was nothing he hadn’t predicted, nothing they both hadn’t expected—and went to sit in one of the chairs. Cold fear suddenly rushed through her veins. She stared at the door for a moment, feet frozen to the floor.

“Sarafina.” Theo’s voice was low and warm. It thawed her. “Give my regards to Mr. Faucheux.”

She jerked her gaze from the door to Theo, drew a deep breath, and then walked in to her appointment with the devil.

SIXTEEN

SIXTEEN

WHEREAS THE WARDING DOWNSTAIRS HAD BEEN LIKE a cobweb, this warding was like walking through a bead curtain. Not bad, all in all, but much more potent. Warding away what, Sarafina wasn’t sure. Mira’s power, for certain. If Sarafina hadn’t had the go-ahead from Stefan, she was certain it would’ve felt more like a brick wall.

Low, hard music emanated from Stefan’s office. When Sarafina entered, his back was to her—sheathed in an expensive gray suit and framed by a huge window overlooking Manhattan. He slid the heel of his Italian loafer along the floor and spun to the beat of the music.

“Mr. Faucheux?” she queried loudly.