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"What do you want, Javicia?" I asked, uninterested.

I picked up the mug again and took a sip from it. The alcohol burnt my throat, giving me a nice sensation. I didn't know why she was there. I had seen her in both nightmares when I slept with Hope, and I knew she had something to do with it. Her moving around the city freely made me aware that she could attack anytime she pleased, meaning Hope and our child weren't completely safe.

"I just want to have a conversation with you," she replied gently with a smile.

I knew that smile was evil. I should have known that it was an evil one since 1465, but I had let my lust control me, and now Hope was going to pay the price for my stupidity. I knew she would kill Hope if it ever came to that. She wanted our baby at all costs.

"I do not think I am intrigued by that," I pointed out.

"Do you not want to know where I came from?" She asked.

I clenched my jaws and grabbed the mug handle, bringing it closer. I did want to know where she came f
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