Talking and more talking
"I'm not sure what you mean," I responded, taking a sip of my tea. Her stare was fixed on me; she could cut my head off with it. "I just told you not to lie to me, try again." She breathed. "What else is there? I have been teaching Samantha to use the magic she was born with to protect herself." "So, there isn't any chance that she could use too much dark magic to the point where she would become a demon?" She crossed her arms, fuming with anger. I almost choked on my drink. "I would not let that happen." "So, why is that what the ghosts are telling me?" "Because, when I first realized her talent to wield the power, I was going to use her to close the ripples that the angels keep using to come and go as they wish into the Underworld." I sighed, placing my cup on the table. She wa
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