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Han slid his fingers inside his shirt and absently touched the serpent amulet that sizzled against the skin of his chest. Power flowed out of him and into the jinxpiece, relieving the magical pressure that had been building all day. It had become a habit, this drawing off of power that might otherwise pinwheel out of control. He needed to constantly reassure himself the amulet was still there. Han had become strangely attached to it since he'd stolen it from Micah Bayar.
The magical pendant had once belonged to his ancestor, Alger Waterlow, known by most people as the Demon King. Meanwhile, the Lone Hunter amulet made for him by the Clan Matriarch Elena Demonai languished in his saddlebag.
He should hate the Waterlow jinxpiece. He'd paid for it with Mam's and Mari's lives. Some said the amulet was a black magic piece--capable of naught but evil. But it was all he had to show for his nearly seventeen years, save Mari's charred storybook and Mam's gold locket. It was all that remained of a season of disaster.