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    "About three years."he replied.

    Morgan's eyes were wide. "Three years? What happened?" She then regained her composure. "I don't mean to pry."

    "Nothing.That's just when I decided home wasn't safe.They were too close."

    "The Grimms."

    "Basically, I'm wanted dead."

    "Because I do magic but won't join them."

    Morgan eyes widened. They approached the mansion. Maybe, if he can perform magic, I can show him my study and library. She shook her head. That was a foolish idea. She pretended to be unaware of magic. "Really?"

    "Yes. Same reason they killed my father when I was 6."