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The other witch is busy watching the men walk in and seems unaffected in any way, her lack of any real magick shielding her from any effects it seems. I hold my breath to help with spiralling nausea and light-headedness as I catch sight of him, climbing under the ropes and ducking into the ring. My body sizzling in ways I haven’t experienced in centuries and my heart speeds at a deafening rate.

He’s wearing a hooded red robe that hangs to his knees, hood up and belted around him with a fiery sun logo on his back as bold as day. It makes me swallow hard, suddenly understanding the vision and the placement and even more so when he turns my way almost impulsively, with a fleeting frown and seems to glance right at me. The expression is somewhat confused, but he definitely seems to cut through all the people in the room and land those bright blue eyes directly on mine. I swallow hard and withdraw back, trying to hide myself behind Cora, my body coursing with adrenalin