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Keeping the sword to Mitchell's throat Julia kneeled down,
blue gaze hard and showing just how pissed she was at all the things he had done
to her and the people she loved and had come to love.
And she knew Nick was mad enough to blow the man/demon's
head right off of his shoulders.
Her voice was almost whisper soft but those around them
could hear each word as it punctuated the air about them. The winds had
shifted and even stopped. Now there was a new weight in it and Mitchell
was starting to get nervous. He was losing control.
"First you lock me in the room in Ireland and try to jump
me, making me knock the side of your head with a wrought iron to get away....
then you kill me," Julia listed the different things, slowly turning the handle
of the sword against his neck "Then you try and hurt Nick and the others by
taking my shape. And if that isn't enough here you are scaring Kat and
trying to do it all over again."
"You just forgot one little
thing."
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