Blackfeather Woods OHMIGOD

Every second that Potema was out there was a second Damien spent dealing with anxiety. He feared for her safety, but the desire for what he would gain from it was bigger than anything. This was something that Potema needed to do alone, Damien knew, for the presence of a male, even concealed within shadows would ward potential "donor" off.

But the thing was, Damien had long started seeing his sister more like a device than a feeling being. First she'd been his medium to contact mother (which had been useless), and not a vessel to bring Blackfeather Woods' future to life. She was still his sister, and he loved and cared for her, but the baby Potema with whom he'd shared a playground existed no more. They had grown apart, and Anthony is having a harder time dealing with it than Damien himself.

When she silently returned her scent spoke out for her. Many men were mingled in that smell, them and their fluids, which flashed sensual memories on Damien's mind. And despite his inexperience with the subject he could tell that something had changed, and when the truth was imminent he did not wait to confirm it. How are you, he asked the witch after she was done disgorging. He'd come in her search specifically, dying to know whether she'd succeeded in her mission.