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her powers will be able to pinpoint its location and The Scholars as well. It has taken us centuries of wasted resources to find them and the book,” Micah adds, speaking quickly with excitement. “Anna is the key!”
    “ Ah, a Grand Witch you proclaim?” he replies, staring at me hard. “She looks to me like a measly human, fearfully displaced,” Lucifer adds dismissively. “My son, this is a serious charge, one in which you will be held accountable if you're wrong,” he finishes, narrowing his eyes at him.
    Micah shifts uncomfortably. “ Father, I've seen and felt her powers. I know what she is,” he stammers. “She has great, untapped capabilities... after all, she’s been under the watch of Valen and Roman.”
    Lucifer's face crinkles in irritation at the mention of their names. “Really?” He rubs his pointy chin, figuring out the importance of my two bodyguards. “My, my... the attentions of Valen? You must be worth something then,” he snickers.
    I guess I missed the joke. I roll my eyes at his dog and pony show, hoping I’ll be tossed back into my cage and left alone.
    Lucifer grunts. “ If you believe this human is a Grand Witch, then you have my blessing to do whatever you see fit.”
    His repulsive sneer causes me to grimace. Do whatever he sees fit? I've never hated a sentence so much in my life.
    “Thank you, father.” Micah beams at his father’s approval.
    With that, he slides his hand under my arm, forcibly lifting me up. My knees throb in pain at the swift movement and lack of physical acclimation. He pushes me towards the back of the room, past the scrutiny of countless judgmental eyes. I stand straighter, focusing my gaze on the rear wall. The twins lower their heads as if they’re mortified at what is yet to come. Who wouldn't be down here?
    “ Anna, stay quiet. Don't give them any reason to harm you more than they need to , ” Hannah says as she slowly lifts her chin to look at me.
    “ Thanks,” I reply, although her request has fallen on deaf ears. Not only will I challenge him, I'm going to kill him at the first opportunity. Micah escorts me through the shadowy tunnel like a ghost. The echoes of voices and people slowly dissipate the further we go. A sudden feeling of desolation overtakes me, allowing my mind to run wild. Images of Valen pop into my head, threatening to consume me. I continually try to keep him and my life so far out of my thoughts that they react by treading back in with vengeance. Tears well in my eyes, and I swallow them down, but with difficulty. I refuse to allow Micah the satisfaction of seeing me cry.
    We continue walking, and he makes a right down an unfamiliar passageway. My heart begins racing at the very thought of where he could be taking me. He stops in front of a wood-paneled door. I can feel the heavy magic pulsating off it like a heartbeat. Micah drops his hand in his pocket, fishing around for something. When he withdraws it, I spot a fat, metal key resting on his palm. He slides it through the lock, and after one turn , he unlocks it with an audible click. Instantly, the magic disappears and the door opens.
    “ Here we are, love,” Micah boasts, pushing me into a miniature, dank room designed for a hobbit. “Welcome to your new home for the time being.”
    I wrap my arms around my chest defensively , as I step further into the room. He smiles graciously before slamming the door behind me. An audible clunk resounds in the little space, locking me inside. I survey my skimpy room. A row of steel bars are to my left, and behind them sits another cell draped in murkiness. I cringe, imagining the horrible cellmate I might end up with. At least we have the separation of steel. To my right is a decrepit cot, covered by a pile of linens that remind me of sweat-encrusted rags. I inch my way towards it, fearful of what might be lurking in the shadows.
    I carefully lift the top sheet from the mound, watching as it slowly unfolds itself. Turning away, I