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dagger; it pricked the tip of her forefinger with a sharp slice. Three droplets of her blood dripped in slow motion toward the featureless black landscape… .
    And she was on the street.
    With the others.
    And she was unhurt.
    She gasped; beside her, Amanda said, “What, Holly?”
    There were no demons. No imps. No portals. Everyone was fine. The other members of her coven stood in the snow, watching her curiously as she turned in a circle, completely bewildered.
    â€œWhere are the others?” she asked. She was stunned. “The guys? The dark-haired man?”
    Amanda glanced at Sasha and Silvana, standing nearby. Tommy came up and waved a hand in front of Holly’s eyes. “Yo. Everything all right?”
    â€œJoel?” she called.
    The snow fell heavily. The wind whistled. Other pedestrians on the street passed by, oblivious to the presence of the Coven, which was warded and cloaked.
    â€œOkay, this is very weird,” Holly said slowly.
    â€œI quite agree,” said a voice as a figure stepped from the snowfall and approached her.
    It was the dark-haired man. He cocked his head and studied Holly. “There was a battle,” he began. He gestured to her coven. “And now … there is not.”
    She nodded, flooding with relief. Someone else knew what had happened.
    From the falling snow, three other men emerged, one very young, looking confused and wary. The others were older, one of them in his forties. Holly recognized them from the battle.
    â€œYou stopped it,” the man continued. “Magically.” She had time to notice now that he had a very thick accent.
    â€œHolly?” Amanda asked, her voice rising. “What’s he talking about?”
    â€œI stopped it,” Holly agreed.
But there was a price... what was it? Another death? What have I done?
    She turned and walked north.
    There was no tingling sensation, no sense of anxiety, no impending danger.
    â€œIt’s gone.” She looked at the dark-haired man, who was watching her carefully. “We ran into something here, and we were attacked.”
    Her coven members stared at her. But it was clearthe man remembered everything that had happened as well.
    â€œWe were on our way to find you,” he said. He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out the petals of a wilted lily. “You left this behind.”
    â€œI …” She took the lily, examining it carefully. “I had a vision. I saw you, but I never left … the place I was.” She was careful not to mention the safe house. “Who are you?”
    He gestured to himself and said, “We serve White Magic. I am Philippe. Our leader was killed by those whom you fight.”
    The youngest one looked stricken. “He was my brother, José Luís,” he said quietly.
    â€œKilled?” Holly gestured around them. “But the battle’s … gone.”
    â€œThere was another battle,” said the oldest of the men. “There have been many of them.”
    â€œWhom do you serve?” Philippe asked, gazing steadily at Holly. “To whom do you owe allegiance?”
    â€œHolly, don’t answer that,” Sasha said firmly, coming up beside her and putting her hand on her shoulder. “We don’t know who these men are.”
    Holly pursed her lips.
    â€œWe lost José Luís during a kidnapping,” Philippeinformed Holly. “The Supreme Coven took one of us.” He paused, then added carefully, “Her name was Nicole.”
    â€œNicole!”
Amanda cried, rushing toward the man. “Where is she?”
    Holly raised her hand. “Amanda, be careful. Don’t say anything else until we know what’s going on.”
    The man looked sharply at Amanda, who was bursting with questions. “You know Nicole?” He narrowed his eyes. “You look much like her.”
    Holly stepped forward. “I’m the High Priestess of this coven,” she announced.