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what your mom is, there aren’t many vampires willing to turn her. They said it was too dangerous. In Spain, I was able to convince Trevor, an old vampire to do it. He has more restraint than most vampires in the world.”
    “You’re serious about blood sucking beings who hunt at night, aren’t you?” I shuddered.
    Victor’s eyes clouded over. “I’m afraid so. They are real. Just like you and many of us, hold magic.”
    “This is crazy.”
    “Let me show you.” Victor held his hands out before I could protest. A blue haze of energy formed and hovered above his palms. It reminded me of the glowing I observed with my hands earlier. He drew his arm back and hurled the mist-like-energy at the other chair, turning it to ice before I could blink.
    I jumped from the unexpected action. My eyes widened. “Holy cow!” I reached over and touched the chair. It was hard and cold, undeniably ice.
    Both men smiled at me in a knowing satisfaction. Okay, so magic might be real. I used to play pretend with Ailaina when we were kids all the time. Our storybooks would become spell books, and we’d cook up potions in our play kitchens and teapots. Maybe innocence has more of a connection than I ever thought.
    I gulped, still staring at the chair. It was so weird to look at.
    “Does that help you?” Victor settled back into his seat.
    That was crazy. I pressed my lips together and swallowed. “Yeah.”
    He chortled. “Good.”
    I averted my eyes from the ice and caught Jarak staring at me. “So why are you here? I mean, do you kidnap people too?”
    Jarak raised one brow. “Kidnap people?”
    “Well it’s a perfectly good question since Victor kidnapped me.”
    He laughed. “He kidnapped you?”
    I didn’t laugh. In fact, I found nothing about this funny.
    His face became ashen. “You’re serious.” He gawked at Victor. “She’s serious isn’t she?”
    Clearing his throat, Victor rubbed his chin. “Yes.”
    Jarak stood up and paced, throwing his arms in the air. “Why did you do that? How am I supposed to do my job if you pull that kind of stuff? You said you had it taken care of.”
    “There was no other way. She admitted it herself. She wouldn’t have come with me willingly.”
    I gulped and studied my hands that shook from my nerves.
    “You should’ve had me do it. I’m the one who’s supposed to protect her. I could’ve gotten her.” The more Jarak paced, the more his voice rose. “You hired me to make sure she is safe. How am I supposed to do that if she feels threatened because you kidnapped her?”
    “She’s here, that’s all that matters.”
    “As long as you get what you need, you don’t care how you get it. Am I right?” Jarak stopped pacing and ran his hands through his hair. He stared at Victor, waiting for his answer. “All you warlocks are the same… greedy and uncaring.”
    Victor rubbed the back of his neck. “I told you, I need her, and she needs her mom. It’s that simple.”
    “What do you mean, you need me?” Why am I so important?
    Victor waved his hand. “Nothing…I just meant that I need you to be there for your mom.”
    Jarak exhaled a deep breath and settled back down in his seat. “I’m sorry Esmerelda.”
    I scowled at him. “My name is Arabeth. I think you guys kidnapped the wrong girl. My mom is dead, and I’m not Esmerelda. Please, just let me go back home.”
    Victor leaned forward again. “Ara, your real name is Esmerelda. I know it must sound weird to hear, coming from someone that you don’t know, but it’s true. Your mom is alive and waiting to see you.”
    I wanted to cry. “Please stop. I can’t take anymore.” I peeked over at Jarak. He was bent over with his head tipped down, but his eyes still looked up at me. Maybe he might be my chance to escape. I pleaded with my eyes.
    He turned and glared at Victor. “We need to talk.” Hope flared inside of me with his words.
    Victor nodded and then opened his hands, palms facing me with his fingers