Citrine by Jenny Molyneux Linda Kutt

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  The phone rang once before someone picked up. “Is it them?”

  “Well, hello to you too, Marcus.”

  “Caleb, don’t be an ass.”

  “I’m the ass? You’re the one who doesn’t even say hello when you answer the phone. Still adjusting to the new world, are you?”

  “Caleb,” Marcus did not disguise his sarcasm, “what did you discover?”

  “I think our missing sorceresses are no longer missing. The one I encountered was very intrigued, until she saw my tattoos. Those sent her running.”

  “How did she see your tattoos?”

  “It’s a funny a story…”

  “I don’t want to know; just keep them under surveillance.”