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so the baby would rest in the crook of his
right arm.
    “It’s pretty deep,” she
said. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about this. I think
you’ll need stitches. I'll get the first aid kit, at least we can
clean it out and get some Neosporin on it."
    "Uh, Liza..." Ross
interrupted.
    "What?" asked Liza as
she swung back around.
    It was unmistakable.
The hand with which the girl was reaching towards Ross glowed with
a dazzling, white light.
    The light wasn’t as
bright or blinding as the flash they’d seen from the road, but it
was clearly different only in intensity, not in kind.
    Ross and Liza watched
in astonishment as she reached over his shoulder and the cut on his
back also began to glow white, shrink, and then
disappear.
    She didn’t need to
answer his question. He knew the girl had healed him.
    While the couple stared
down at her, she gazed up at them, beaming like sunshine. By now,
her sweet, tiny hand had stopped glowing and was resting its thumb
in the girl’s mouth.

    "It has begun," Morgan
gasped as she violently broke out of her meditative trance. Milky,
swirling clouds in her staff’s crystal sphere slowed and
disappeared.
    With a flick of her
right hand, she summoned a crow into being. She whispered into its
ear and sent it on its mission. A few tense seconds later, the
Sovereign burst into the room.
    "What?" he demanded,
less than thrilled at being so unceremoniously summoned. "For what
purpose do you request my presence?"
    Morgan inhaled deeply,
calming herself before speaking. "Torn asunder from time and space,
I have sensed the child."
    The Sovereign was
visibly taken aback. "The last witch? You mean to tell me the last
witch lives?"
    “The one who escaped
the slaughter of her people, last of her kind, does not still live,
but lives again.”
    If the Sovereign had
breath, he’d have taken a deep one himself. "Unbelievable. But it
has been over three hundred years, and witches are not immortal.
How is it so, demoness? Reincarnation?”
    "The substance of
existence has been ripped and bridged,” she replied. She moaned in
pleasure and added, “A mystery I felt three centuries ago and now
have solved. How wonderfully satisfying.”
    “‘Safe where you and
yours cannot touch her,’” the Sovereign quoted from the report Rome
had given him so long ago. “That we will see. Morgan, I command you
to scry for the location and identity of the last
witch."
    “You ask what cannot be
done.”
    The Sovereign growled
in response.
    "My Sovereign, as a
demon born with the sight, I have many capabilities, but I am not a
witch. I cannot give more than I already have."
    The Sovereign didn't
say anything. Instead, he sped to her and gripped her by the
throat, lifting her over his head.
    Then his hand held
nothing but air and wisps of blackness. Seconds later, she
reappeared, a bit further away. Ignoring his attack, she added, “My
inability to pierce the veil itself speaks to me,
though.”
    “Speak to me,
then.”
    “Rarely has so little
been certain. A whirlwind is coming. Of what sort, though, will be
a wonderful surprise to me.”
    He dug his nails into
the palm of his hand. He found satisfaction in taking control of
his pain. Opening his hand, the marks closed quickly, and he licked
them clean.
    "Do you possess any
means of guiding my search for her?" he finally asked.
    Morgan
nodded.
    "How?" the Sovereign
snapped.
    "Should the one you
seek use her powers in extremity, and should I focus and reach, I
will feel her."
    He reached his hand
into his cowl and gripped a fistful of blonde hair. "How extreme
would you need it to be?" the Sovereign asked.
    "She must find her
limits and push far beyond them. The need must be great and the
situation dire. She must do that which she believes she cannot.
Sufficient would be a direct threat to her life or that of a loved
one."
    The Sovereign moved
toward her again, slowly this time, and Morgan let him.
    Inches away from her,
the Sovereign stopped, and