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Inspecting the man whoâd planted himself on a bar stool in front of her, a shudder crept over Freyaâs back. The ability to read auras wasnât always a gift â in that case, all she felt was a chill that reached her very bones. Who knew where heâd come from â but doing her job, the witch wore a smile and approached him. âLet me guess... Whisky, straight?â On the rocks, she shouldâve added â just for the irony of it.














