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trapped within the necklace. The only power he still possessed was the ability to take other witch's magic. And so became his quest for creating the world's most powerful witch—one he could drain of powers for his own gain.
    The Whitmores and Segurs tried for centuries to give Boaz what he wanted, but most ended in failure. That is, until Sable Whitmore and Erik Segur married at Boaz's command and birthed Eve.
    As for the other two families, the Bradys and the Archers, they went into hiding as soon as Boaz escaped. For generations, Boaz hunted their offspring, killing whomever he found.
    Henry was the only one Boaz didn't kill before he had met Aiden and Lucien, the descendants of the Brady's. Instead, he had turned Henry into a vampire with the intention of making him suffer for all time locked up in an underground prison just like Henry had done to him. But Henry, in an elaborate scheme, faked his death. Ever since then, Henry had spent his time finding ways to combat Boaz without giving up his identity. His most important accomplishment was creating the Deific. This one organization had saved thousands of lives, both humans and Supernaturals. One day, however, when the time was right, Henry would reveal himself to Boaz.
    As a vampire, it had taken a long time for Lucien to believe he could actually use magic, but once he did and looked back on his life, he realized that he had been using magic all along—like the times he could sense when evil had grown too powerful, or when he was somehow able to see his opponents attacks before they came. This made him think of his brother, Aiden. Had he been able to use magic too?
    Henry walked into the room and closed the door behind him. "Ready?"
    "Just tell me what to do."
    Henry sat opposite him. "As I've explained before, Boaz is a battery who gets his charge from witches. He takes it so subtly that most of the time witches have no idea what he's doing. That power he takes is stored up within him. The only way we are going to defeat him is if we get him to use those reserves, while also preventing him from taking our magic."
    "And then we can kill him."
    "And then we can kill him," Henry repeated.
    Lucien rubbed his chin, still thinking of his brother. "Did Aiden know he could use magic?"
    "Aiden couldn't use magic. He was just a vampire."
    "But that doesn't make sense. If I can use magic, then he should be able to, as well."
    Henry shifted positions, lifting one knee and crossing it over the other. "Aiden wasn't your mother's child. She was your father's bastard son."
    Lucien lowered his hand, stunned, but not too surprised. "That explains a lot."
    Henry leaned forward on the table. "I want you to get comfortable. What I'm about to do will probably hurt. Do your best not to let me in."
    Lucien leaned back and folded his arms to his chest. He thought he was prepared, thought he could ward off Henry for at least a minute, but then the pain came. It was sudden, sharp, and extremely cold as some invisible entity had stabbed into his chest. He gasped for air. A fraction of a second later, an intense sensation, like spinning really fast, made him almost lose consciousness, no matter how hard he tried to fight against it.
    The sensation stopped, and Lucien fell forward into the table.
    "That's a big attack," Henry said. "They are much easier to ward off because you can recognize the assault."
    "That was supposed to be easy?" He swatted at a slight tickling on his neck, as if a spider were crawling there.
    "It's the small ones you have to watch out for."
    "I doubt that."
    "Do you realize I'm taking your magic right now?"
    He sat up straight. "You are?"
    "Focus. You will notice the intrusion if you know to look for it."
    Lucien concentrated on his body. The slight tickling was still on his neck. "I think I feel it."
    "So stop me."
    "How?"
    "Push back."
    Lucien stared him in the eyes, trying to get his mind to close off but he couldn't tell what the hell he was doing. He wiped sweat from