Giovanni squeezed a few more drops of blood from the shallow cut across his palm. The miniature tempest swirling before him lapped up the dark fluid before it could hit the floor of his Matron’s office. A half hour of feeding the spirit was taking its toll. Gio bit the inside of his lip again
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Green flames leaped from the plush carpet of Chairman Carlyle’s office. Giovanni studied the small, heatless fire between him and his Matron. Despite being one of the senior witches at Triptych, Gio had never seen this particular spell before. The unearthly flames combined Mind, Light, and a bit of Matter. The latter was particularly intriguing.
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