“You were there when he tortured her?” I took a step forward, even as my chest felt like it was caving in at the image he had just painted in my mind. “You stood there, and you did nothing to stop him?” I shot forward, the table scraping across the floor as I dove for him, wrapping my hand around his throat and slamming him against the wall. “He knows,” Micah cried out, looking to my grandmother, and that only fueled my anger more. “He knows that she’s a siphon, that her magic was bound inside her.” I tightened my hand around his throat, watching as he struggled before I looked to my
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