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CHAPTER 163
~Zara's POV~
The air in the room turned cold. Snow's expression darkened, and Glacier stirred within him, a low growl reverberating in the silence.
Witches?
My eyes went wide. My brain struggled to make sense of everything I had heard. Why? Did Marcus return from the dead and become more deadlier?
Everyone knew that working with witches wasn't safe, unless you wanted to be cursed. My breathing ragged, my chest rising and falling with every second that passed.
Snow must have noticed how erratic my breathing was and flashed me a small smile before his expression turned serious again.
"That symbol," Snow muttered, his voice laced with a dangerous edge.
He didn't respond further immediately. Instead, he flipped through the folder, his eyes scanning the printed stills of the footage. Finally, he looked at me, his expression grave.
