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“There is trouble Mother” Agatha bolted out as she slammed the door shut. “They know”.

“Who knows?” Her mouth brows furrowed in curiosity as she stopped mixing the potion in the cauldron. “What are you talking about?”.

“Dominic knows I made him kill the fifty rouge hunters” she cried as she ran to her mother, her face contorted with fear as she gasped for air.

“What are you talking about sweetie?”. She frowned as she held her daughter. “Tell me everything”

“I made Dominic kill the rouge hunters that were after us”. She explained.

“You said you were going to take care of them but you never mentioned...