Cicero had gamely followed Emelie, up to the point when it seemed the streets were less crowded. There were less shops and more closed doors and windows. The sudden dead end was what finally had Cicero's heels digging into the ground. He jerked back, alarmed at the menacing look plastered on Emelia's face. The wings were what frightened him the most and his eyes went wide.

"A witch eater," he all but snarled, expression angry. "I knew you had an angle." There was a trace of hurt in Cicero's voice but it was quickly masked as he reached into his pocket, producing a little white bag that fit into the palm of his hand. Not letting Emelia have time to react, he threw the packet to the ground and it exploded with a loud pop and a puff of white smoke.

When it cleared, Cicero was gone, leaving a very hungry witch eater standing alone.

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