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“Let me down, Vincent.” She insisted enough that the Beta set her gently on the ground.

The second her feet touched the grass, the pregnant Centuria closed the distance to the little witch.

“Lisa, I thought you’d died, by the Goddess, I…!”

“I’m not her,” the soft voice cut off Amber’s outpouring, confirming what Vincent had told her.

Amber’s expressions ran through several phases.

She had never hated Lisa, even though her last actions weren’t good ones.

The sorceress had helped them a