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They emerged into the same clearing they had left, just
to the other side of Ysabelle’s house. Elijah hadn’t even
noticed the curve of the path. Perhaps she had enchanted
it. “They would be wrong,” he told her, although he knew
that it wouldn’t make a difference. “I have no more wish
to quarrel with the werewolves than I do with the witches,
but if it comes to that, we three will not need numbers,
allies, or even the small parcel of land I hoped for in order
to meet them on equal terms.”
“If that were true,” Ysabelle retorted, releasing his arm
and moving gracefully to her front step, “you would not
have come here tonight.”