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... he gazed at the two knights of the Sagittarius Coven.

"You don't want to fight us, Brett," a girl said as she walked forward.

She was one of Dominic's knights, and she seemed to be oozing with a dangerous aura.

She had long brown hair, and her green eyes looked like marbles. She seemed to have a traditional Asian look. The guy beside her walked forward too, extending his claws.

His eyes glowed bright red, and shudders escaped his mouth.

"Jay and Alisha. La ...

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