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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY THREE

ORLA

It couldn't be though, that witch was dead. Even if she had escaped death before, it couldn't be possible that she happened to resurrect again . . . Right?

The woman before me laughed softly. "Why are you looking at me like that? Does my face ring a bell in your head?"

"Where is my daughter?" I asked, deciding to go straight to the point. There was nothing worth more than her safety right now. Not even my own curiosity.

She frowned playfully. "Your daughter? Hmm." She lazily patted a finger against her chin. "Probably dead by now."

Another thing that I found different about her was her behaviour. Sonia had been incredibly loyal to Daniel, and hardly spoke unless it was so say something that showed that. This one had a lighter disposition.

The woman didn't even seem bothered at the sound of those approaching. If anything, she seemed to get even bolder.

"And what's that I hear? You brought backup?"

I looked down at Makila, who still sat behind the shrub, pressing the bottom of her
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