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'No. Don't be....' Deborah bites, grabbing at the girl's arm to pull her back into her seat. Her obvious anger growing from a place of fear.

'Hush now!' I cut in before Deborah can finish. 'That is a discussion for later. Right now, there are more important things that I came here for. Your identity is secondary in importance.' This seems to quiet both women into submission. Cora taps the table as if to agree and brings silence to the room.

'Your mother was elvish, but your father was a Warlock. You’ve been gifted with sight from her, and god knows what else from him. We need your sight to find someone and that is why I came, Annabelle. That is what I need from you before anything else. If you do that for me, we can talk about what I can do for you.' I cut to the chase.