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time, but no one ever thought you were real,” she finishes.
    “ I know, and yet, here I am.”
    “ Wow! A real Grand Witch. This is beyond amazing!” Corrah exclaims. “Oh no… Anna, you have to focus now, Micah is watching you. You can’t let on that we can communicate this way.”
    I avert my eyes, careful not to appear too anxious . I haven’t communicated with someone telepathically since Janie, if you can even call it that. I was walking on the thin border of consciousness and slumber when we reached out to one another. I sigh heavily. My Grand Witchiness status has become more of a detriment than anything else. People presume I’ve won the grand prize in life, when in fact, the title has brought me nothing but disaster. Sometimes, following your destiny isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
    I twist my head forward, gazing at the tacky throne yet again. I have the sudden impulse to run up and kick it until it shatters. Out of nowhere, the roar of deafening horns being blown encircles the chamber, assaulting my ears before a brain-numbing ringing takes over. Everyone stands, but I remain on my knees, unsure of what the proper protocol in Hell is. Micah slides his hand under my arm, hoisting me up roughly. I snap my neck towards him, narrowing my eyes into slits. He returns my death stare with a cocky smirk. My hands ball into fists. I wish I could punch him in his face, just once. He nods his head in the direction of the throne and his playfully arrogant smirk disappears. I remind myself of the need to choose my battles, for fear that I’ll fade within a week’s time. I survey the crowd, cringing inwardly at the various nasty beings seated behind me. My eyes halt in a standstill when they lock onto Cara’s vacant stare. Fury boils inside me and it takes all the energy I have not to jump over the creatures and pound her face in. Naturally, she would sit and watch her own sister on trial.
    The steady rhythm of boots thumping against the solid marble steals my attention. A towering shadow climbs up the wall behind the throne, growing larger with each hefty step. I slouch unintentionally, feeling smaller with every passing minute. The annoying horns stop as a grotesque man finally emerges from the shadows. His brawny body is the color of brick dust—red and darker within each muscular crevice. He uncurls his back, standing at least nine feet tall and easily as wide as an elephant, probably just as strong too. I glance at his enlarged hands hanging from his sides awkwardly. His palm is perhaps as large as my face. Just the thought of his physical strength causes me to recoil. His pointy chin is elongated, with a tuft of hair at its end. His beady, jet-black eyes warily judge me. Micah shoves his knees into the back of my legs, causing them to buckle before slamming me hard onto the ground. What is it with this sonofabitch! Can’t he just ask me to do something?! I lower my gaze, staring at the slick, onyx marble my knees are forced to rest upon.
    “Fath er, I present to you Anna Wolfe… the Grand Witch,” Micah states proudly.
    I snort at his statement. Nothing irks me more than an ignorant kiss-up. I raise my head, meeting Lucifer’s stony eyes. He lowers himself onto his tacky throne with a smug expression. Muted hushes and whispers erupt from the mixed crowd, visibly shocked to hear what I am.
    “Silence!” Lucifer booms, slamming his huge fist on the chair’s arm. I must have jumped three feet, startled by his outburst. After a few seconds, he regains his composure. “My, what a beautiful woman.” He rolls his chunky tongue across his lips like he’s ready to chow down on a T-bone steak.
    I quiver, watching him undress me with his eyes. What is it with these men? I’m far from a supermodel and yet I keep receiving attention like I own the looks of one. I don’t like it, and I surely don’t find it flattering, not one bit.
    “ Father, Anna is the key in finding the Book of Imperium . I believe