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The next thing on the agenda for Marea and her grandmother was to exchange news with Istharé and Brin. Both distant Witches had received brief messages regarding the outcome of the attempt to conquer the fortress of the Yelaadim and defeat the Traitor. Istharé must have been busy in the Twilight Realm at the time, however; her cell phone had gone straight to voice mail.
Now, though, she and Ooneil had confronted the twenty Yelaadim who had arrived in Jordan, and sent them packing back to Spain, so the Dark Sister had plenty of time to chat. She also had a great deal to talk about.
"First of all," the young High Mistress told Ynarra, "you were right. I am pregnant. And the Lyllaeans are making such a fuss over it! You'd think there'd never been a half-Fae child before in the history of the Sacred Willow. Ooneil is practically beside himself with pride." She smiled fondly.