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Then I recall the words Clint spoke before he died, and my voice dies out on a whisper.

You better hope she doesn’t find out about you.

I asked him who “she” was, demanded to know, but he didn’t have a chance to respond before he lost consciousness. Or maybe he just decided to take that secret to the grave, one last way to fuck with me.

Could the woman he referenced be the person I’m bound to?

“What should I do?” I ask Gwen, and my voice comes out tight and strained. “I don’t understand what this means. Can you please help me?”

The witch drinks from her...