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Immediately, he smiled.

“I’m looking for something to bring home to my wife. I’m here on business, and I want to get her a nice little trinket. Can you help me?”

Amethyst grinned.

“Of course! That’s my job, Silly.”

Yes, of course, it was.

Too bad she didn’t know any better. This was not his first time here, and in fact, he was connected to those who came before him.

They’d been here for almost as long as it was recorded.

“Perfect. Thank you. Salem is such a beautiful place. I love it here. Do you know much about the Vanderbilt family, who started it all back before those pesky witch trials?”

She nodded.

“Yeah, I do! We all do. Do you want to hear about it?” Amethyst asked.

He nodded.

“I do. You have a good soul. I can feel it. I knew coming in here would be rewarding.”

She smiled.

“Thank you for the compliment. I was feeling down, but you made my day,” she admitted.

Oh, he bet.

He could feel that sadness and darkness in her. It called to that desire for him to feed the darkness.

“Show me some of your books, and tell me all about it,” he said.

And as she turned, with sleight of hand, he dropped that pentacle medallion bought here, right into her pocket.

Yeah, he liked her energy.

And her soul.

A LOT.

Soon, it would be with the others.

And he’d have more power to take on Avalon. With this one, he’d be stronger.

His goal was right there.

At his fingertips.

Chapter Twenty

The Nice Part

Of Town

Mid-Afternoon

What Victoria knew was that the energy in Salem was most definitely off. The sky was getting gray, and she could feel the energy snapping around her like an electrical storm was brewing. Oh, and it was getting stronger.


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