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2024-10-29 19:42:56The moment we reached the safe house, the vampire hunters quickly hauled Evander out of the car. His wound had worsened; he was nearly unconscious. I was afraid that he had vampire venom inside his bloodstream.
Mama and the rest of the Coterie immediately came outside when she saw us. Her face was too far away to distinguish; I was thankful. I didn't want to see her fury just yet.
"What happened?" she asked, nearing us with the rest of the priestesses behind her.
We had to lie. We didn't know if Mama would believe it, but there was no way we were going to admit where we really went.
"We found him in the forest," Kizzy explained. Mama was close enough then—she was clearly distraught, confused and upset that we—I—had left again with
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