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sucked in a breath and brought his hand to his mouth. The dagger had slipped, nicking his thumb
and the cut was deep. He sucked on the wound, speaking around the obstruction.  The gods-be-
damn it!
 Best you heed Her warning, as well, Lord Kaleb said with a grin.
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Chapter Nineteen
Wynter could feel the goddess walking through her mind. Instead of being afraid, she
felt safe, secure, protected by an entity that had only Wynter s welface at heart. There was
another shadow lurking there, too, but the words that One spoke were drowned out by a sweet,
gentle voice bidding Wynter to pay close heed to the Nightwind s current lesson.
 This is how he can be defeated, the goddess whispered.  What he says, do the
opposite and you will have him in the palm of your hand.
Although the spell Azzin was teaching was for an entirely different purpose, Wynter
listened carefully to the words and began to reason that if the spell was reversed as the goddess
suggested, she could gain great power over the demon. He was using the spell to try to control
her but the opposite would happen. She would turn it against him and he would be unable to
prevent her. His fate was being sealed even as he continued speaking.
 Keep your mind open, Beloved, Azzin said, sensing her attention drifting.  Listen to
my words and obey.
 He took you from the man you love, the goddess whispered.  And he expects you to
comply with his wishes? Will you do so, fledgling?
Wynter mentally shook her head.  Hell, no! she thought.
 The man you love is a mere half-mile from where you sit, Morrigunia told her.  He
has come to rescue you and he has brought a formidable army of beings who will not allow you
to lose your soul to the Nightwind.
 Do you hear me?
The harsh, strident voice of the other shadow startled Wynter and she flinched.
 You must answer Her, Morrigunia cautioned.  As though you are deep under the
demon s spell.
 I hear you, Wynter mumbled in a monotone.
Azzin s words cut off in mid-sentence.  Who do you hear? he asked suspiciously.
Wynter turned her gaze up to the demon, deliberately trying to make her face lax and
blank as though in a trance. A half-smile trembled on her lips.  The goddess, she said.
 Tell him Her name, Morrigunia whispered.  The hag is called Lilith.
 Lilith, Wynter supplied.
The Nightwind blinked.  She speaks to you? he asked in an awed voice.  Mo Regina
speaks to you?
Slowly Wynter nodded her head then lowered her eyes lest he see the hatred for him
lurking there.
 That is an honor beyond compare! Azzin stated.  You have no idea what an honor it
is!
Wynter said nothing. Instead she looked dreamily about her then up at the demon.
Already she could feel the power of what he had been teaching her seeping into her soul. Her
fingertips were tingling and she had the urge to hold up her hand to see the sparking of energy
flowing from the tips. The Nightwind was continuing to speak but she tuned him out, listening
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to the words of the goddess who was taking the demon s words and twisting them to mean
something entirely different.
 Another Nightwind a friend and devoted servant of Mine is working to dissolve the
spell the demon placed around the cabin. He is almost finished with his work. The moment he
has broken through the protection, your beloved will be on your doorstep, Morrigunia informed
her.  Listen now only to My words. Let me lead as the voice of the Multitude ....
Those words came in a barrage of light and the sweet smell of lavender. Peace settled on
Wynter but along with it came great empowerment. She felt as though she could command the
winds to sough gently or roar dangerously. A glowing ember sparked in her mind and then
blazed into life. With it came the chanting voices of hundreds, thousands, millions of women
like herself who had once known the pressure of an iron boot upon her neck, a gag across her
lips, water closing over her head to drown out every independent thought. She saw freedom
reaching out a hand to her and she lifted her own to grasp it firmly.
 Aye, she heard the demon say.  Accept what Lilith offers! Take Her hand. Let Her
lead you!
A slow, determined smile tugged at Wynter s lips. It was not the withered, clammy hand
of the hag reaching out to her that she extended her own toward. It was the soft, firm hand of an
angel stretching toward her that she wanted.
 Take My hand and become One with the Multitude, Morrigunia whispered.
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