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Witches and warlocks moved to the center of the room, and all joined hands as they took up Sanderson’s chant. I spotted Moira’s venom-green head and sighed in relief.

“Don’t worry,” Noah said, squeezing my hand. “The demons won’t be able to pass the wards. We’ll be safe in here.”

Callie sobbed at Noah’s feet where she’d fallen. That he was ignoring her made me happy in a way that proved just how petty I was.

A large, warm palm slid around my waist before tugging me away from Noah and Caleb. Kingston stared down at me, his jaw clenched, eyes hard with unease. “You need to get out of here. This doesn’t feel right.”

“This is the safest place for her,” Caleb contradicted.

“What the hell do you know, Priest?”

He cocked a brow, his expression pure condescension. “About demons? More than most, I assure you.”

“Something is off. Can’t you feel it?” Kingston asked, not releasing his hold on me.