Micah barely grunted as the witchfire singed his shoulder, his body shielding Xenia’s. Smoke curled off his skin, but he stayed upright, golden eyes blazing.
“Remember! That’s not just Lillian,” he growled. “Melania’s in there.”
Laurie’s eyes widened, magic crackling around her fingertips. “That explains the strength. Lillian wasn’t this powerful before.”
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