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Omerta's POV I could feel my heart in my mouth as Sameera's words sank in. My legs wobbled from the pressure of whatever was yet to come. The message that my mother had left for me, about the darkness within me came to the forefront of my mind. Only the darkness within will set you free. Embrace it with all, as you embrace thee. Was the darkness within me the cause of all this? I just had a bad feeling about this. For a minute, I regretted coming here at all. Why was it important to get more answers? Lucifer and I were together; why did we need to complicate things more? I knew it was a naive outlook, but I would have preferred being with Lucifer somewhere, instead of listening to all this. Any day, I would take denial over the weight of her words, and the misdeeds that were happening around me. "It all started with the goddess Athena, right about the time when the blessed ones were formed. And while I am sure that Augustus knows this story better than I do, as my prerogative
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Omerta's POV "Don't even fucking think of lying to me, Stray!" Lucifer warned me as he stood all tall and large in that tiny washroom, fuming to fury. He was beyond upset. "You were here with her. Fucking all alone! Do you even know what she could have done?" Lucifer continued, scolding me as he took my hand back in his, pulling me out of there. Alright, he was worried, all right, and he had all his reasons. "I am fine; it was nothing. She did nothing." I tried to calm him down as I showed him that I was unharmed. "You have no idea what they are capable of. All witches are not like that fucker Aaron." It was good to know that Lucifer had let go of some of his inhibitions concerning Aaron, especially since Giovanni had marked him. When we stepped out of the restroom stalls, Avo and Aaron were waiting for us outside. So this is how Lucifer knew about her. Did the wise one know that Aaron would come here? She was super precise about Lucifer's timing as well, which meant
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Omerta's POV "So, what is the plan?" I heard Aaron asking when I stepped out of the guest house. "We will start from where we left off yesterday," Avo said calmly. "She was at the fair yesterday, and she made that known, so that is where we start from." After I had spotted the wise one yesterday, we systematically scanned the whole area, only to come up empty-handed. After sundown, Aaron and I could not even feel her presence anymore. We thought it would be easy to scout her out, especially since the one quick glance I had gotten at her told me that she was the spitting image of me. It was almost like looking at my own reflection in the mirror. Maybe I was confused; maybe she just had red, curly hair and green eyes. One thing was sure, she barely looked like an elder. Truth be told, the possibility that it could be my mother had crossed my mind. I had never seen my mother's photograph, but I knew she looked like me. "Is Lucifer not coming?" Draco looked at me, expecting me
