Julius swallowed. “I know you’re strong, but—” “Strong?” Amelia scoffed. “You’re not old enough to comprehend the word.” She set down her drink, and the room seemed to grow heavy. He actually thought she’d cast a spell until he realized he didn’t smell any power but Marci’s. The pressure he felt wasn’t magic. It was Amelia herself as she turned the full weight of her predatory attention on him. “Do not confuse me with the rest of our scrabbling clan,” she said quietly. “While those snakes coiled and plotted in Bethesda’s shadow, hoping to catch a scrap of her power, I left and found my own. I
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