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It hit me in waves

I had been so involved in ed that I had not noticed at first

But his White Magic light was edged with darkness

Was he a Dark Warlock? No My instincts told lowed all around hiy…for whatever reasons I couldn’t iine

I was stuck in place, staring at his aura, and unable to speak for a moment

He regarded me quizzically and said, “Miss Skye?”

“Bobbie,” I answered, buying time

Logic, Bobbie, I told myself Break it down He knows you are a witch He knew you were a witch when he hired you He hired you not for yourskills but because you are a witch

I got stuck on that for a moment

“Bobbie,” he corrected himself and smiled at me “You had a question?”

A question? Hell, I had a hundred of ‘em

I deflected I had to buy tier? If he kneas a witch and he was a Dark Warlock, was I brought here for some awful purpose?

I avoided staring at hie collection of books on the shelves “Right, I had a question and it is this,” I stalled “The owner, Devin MacLeod…what is his story? Ihome…these books…but I understand he has been away for well over twenty years or so?” I couldn’t very well accuse Jere a warlock, could I—should I? I should I have always been a straightforward kind of gal Take it on, deal with it, be done

I sed because no doubt was left He was a warlock Here in Scotland at MacLeod Castle—a warlock

I have only one powerful warlock ast my dearest friends He had been Auntie Elle’s closest and oldest friend—literally oldest, as he is an immortal and has been alive for five hundred years He is my dear Manfred I adore him He, like the vampire Rafael, has always served in the capacity of an uncle to me