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you.”
    She should just keep on going, but the
reporter in her couldn’t let it go. Clarity had to know what he
meant by that statement. She turned to look at him. “Why would he
care about me?”
    “He will sense who you are, as I do.”
    She narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking
about?”
    “You’re a descendent of the witch. I
wondered how I had awakened before the sun completely set. Your
magic is strong.”
    “I didn’t awaken you. And for your
information, I’m not a witch.”
    He tilted his head, studying her. “You have
the look of her. Those eyes. You have Sophie’s light eyes and a way
of looking at me with displeasure. It is clear you have her blood.
You are a witch whether you have harnessed your power or not. If
you want to survive this night, you must come with me.”
    “Haven’t you been listening? I don’t want
any part of this.”
    “You have no choice now. The events have
been put into motion. Even if you manage to make it to the gate,
you will not be able to leave. Samael will not allow it.”
    She half chuckled, more out of nerves than
thinking the situation humorous. “How is he going to stop me? Do
you think he will try to kill me?”
    “I believe you already know the answer. Your
nervous stance speaks louder than words.”
    A chill ran down her spine and her eyes
flickered warily. With the wild imagination, she possessed, she
conjured up all types of scenarios in her head of what Samael would
have planned for her.
    A movement caught her attention and her gaze
shifted to Michael’s feet where fog floated and swirled over the
ground. It was like she entered a black and white horror flick and
she was the star. Eerie music was the only thing missing.
Desperation to reach the gate and what she believed was safety gave
her strength. “I’m out of here.” She took off at a sprint and
didn’t turn around to see if Michael pursued her.
    Leave before the fog rolls in, Mr.
Donner’s words echoed like a taunt. She thought the statement odd,
but now seeing the low clouds swirling at her feet like a live
entity, she realized too late the old man’s words were meant as a
warning. A warning she hadn’t heeded.
    She didn’t slow down and hoped to God she
didn’t trip over a headstone on her way. She almost reached the
gate, but the fog whirled up in front of her like a gray wall,
causing her to slide to a halt. Then the cloud of gray molded and
took shape, revealing the man concealed within its depths. He stood
there tall and strong with the chiseled looks of a god.
    “Hello, lovely lass.” His voice was smooth,
but with a slight vibrating purr. He was the perfection of beauty
and didn’t appear threatening in the least and yet, her skin
crawled as if evil whispered over her skin.
    “Samael, I presume.” She made the conclusion
since she had already met Michael. Who else could this be?
    He bowed with a flourish. He wore dark
robes, which made his shoulder-length hair appear almost white.
“You presume correctly.” He closed his eyes and inhaled, as if
trying to take in all the scents around him, filling him until he
seemed satisfied. His eyes popped open and his cold stare latched
onto her, greediness illuminating in the depths of his eyes.
“You’re part of her—the witch.” The last word was drawn out, the
tone insulting. He took a step toward her, or rather, he floated
toward her. With the fog lingering around them, she couldn’t see
his feet, but his movements were smooth as if his body hovered over
the ground.
    She glanced beyond him, where the gate stood
like a beacon of hope. She had to reach it, but to do so she had to
run past Samael. The look of determination lighting his eyes told
her she couldn’t reason with him as easily as she reasoned with
Michael to let her go.
    She backed away and tripped over a low
headstone. He was upon her in a flash, his cold hands on her. She
rolled away, scrambling to get away.
    “You cannot run, witch.”
    She really didn’t like how