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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 lot when her relationship with Vincent was chaos.

Amber considered Lisa her friend; however, she’d distanced herself from them because of the poison her father poured into her head after Isabella’s accident.

“But those eyes… I feel that aura… are you Lisa’s daughter?” she even asked, chasing that crazy

possibility.

“I don’t think so,” Vincent said, stepping protectively to her side.

His attention was also caught by the small woman with emerald eyes.

Right now they looked red, and the shine of a