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THE BATTLE AT ST. JACQUES

“Are you going to keep staring at me all night witch?” Mork asked, his voice full of spite and disgust.

Calistè smiled at him. She was used to it already - lycans speaking to her in that manner. No matter what she did for them and how long she stayed with them, it wasn’t going to do any good. She was never going to fit in.

“Of course I didn’t come here to stare at you all night,” Calistè smiled. “I have better things to do with my time. I came for the body.”

Mork stared at her warily. He was surprised and he couldn’t hide it. How on earth did she know about the body?

“Don’t act so shocked,” Calistè shrugged. “Remember that I’m a witch. You can’t really hide stuff like that from me for a very long time.”

“True,” Mork nodded. “I almost forgot what you were, witch.”

Calistè snickered and moved closer to him. “Call me a witch from dusk till dawn. That is who I am. Do you know who you are? You’re nothing more than a puppet, a puppet that has devoted his life to serving a spoilt little pri
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