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“Wake up.” The command cut through the incense-heavy air of Mark’s living room like a knife. From the plants that occupied the apartment to the eyes of the people in photographs on the wall, everything in the apartment seemed to be focused directly on the man in the chair, tied at the chest, hands, waist and feet. Four black candles suspended themselves in mid-air above the man, one on each side.
Mark’s reputation as the most powerful rootworker in the region came with the responsibility to protect the younger and more vulnerable ones in his community. Naturally, he didn’t take kindly at all to the news that four young witches had been killed in the past month alone; He took matters onto his own hands and found the coward based off a description, fully prepared to interrogate and punish. “I will not tell you again. Wake up.”
