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Tinasha:  What made witches so terrifying wasn’t their great power—it was the spells and experience they had honed over their long lives. At least that was how Tinasha saw it. The most frightening thing of all was the unknown. However, the woman before her was different. She poured tremendous magic into the simplest constructs. Of course, the illusions and psychological contamination magic she employed between regular attack spells were very high level, but they were nothing that Tinasha couldn’t fend off, prepared as she was to take on a witch. If this is all she’s got, I can kill her. This one was nowhere near the caliber of either the Witch Who Cannot Be Summoned, Leonora, or the Witch of Silence, Lavinia. Dodging a torrent of light that came racing her way,
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Tinasha:  “Is that all you’ve got? Once you’re out of steam, I’ll kill you.”
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Witch:  “Damn you.” The witch snarled, an ugly look twisting her fine features.
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Tinasha:  Tinasha was very well acquainted with that look—the hatred and loathing in a would-be assassin’s eyes upon realizing they couldn’t defeat the queen. She had walked a long road paved with the blood of such people. She felt no anguish about it, then or now. The weak perished on the battlefield. That was how it was. However, Tinasha did have something she wanted to know. Fixing her dark eyes right on the other woman,
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Tinasha:  “Do you know where Senn went?” She recalled what he’d said to her when she was a young girl. “If you ever get tired of it all, you should go visit her. She’s a troublemaker, but…I know she’d make a good friend for you.” Senn’s lover, the one he said was free-spirited, capricious, and affectionate. It was hard to link that description with the person Tinasha was battling. However, this woman had come to see Senn every time he manifested, which meant she had to be a long-lived witch. And that suggested she could be responsible for Senn’s disappearance. Tinasha kept herself alert as she awaited a reply, on guard all the while. Yet the woman only gave her a suspicious frown.
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Tinasha:  “Senn? What’s that?”
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Tinasha:  “My spirit. You are the Witch of the Forbidden Forest, aren’t you?” That question prompted an unnatural pause. Before Tinasha could repeat her inquiry, Lucia’s red lips curled.
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Lucia:  “Yes. I’m a witch.” She didn’t offer her true name or her witch title. Lavinia had been that way as well. Tinasha pressed on.