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298 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 1, 2023
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”Our magic is about balance. You cannot take more than you give and still expect nature to answer your call. It’s a dance, a relationship like no other. If all we do is take and use, how are we any better than the humans who poison the earth?” I asked, running a gentle finger over the vine that had stabilized me.
It was the symbiotic relationship that a witch was meant to have with her affinity. Harmony, rather than theft.
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What had once been allies serving the same higher power had become tentative enemies trapped together—an animosity that grew over generations.
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“If you ever touch me, I’ll be sure to think of anyone but you. I won’t be able to enjoy it otherwise,” she said.
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“Then be sure to scream his name for me. I’d like to know who I need to hunt down the next time I’m hungry,” I whispered..
“I just need dirt. You should have brought me to the courtyard.”
“What are you planning to do? Eat it? Your injury is internal, Witchling,” I snapped…
“Name me one person who would not have a bias in teaching history,” I said, laughing as her mismatched eyes glimmered with malice. She knew I was right...
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The arrogance in those steel-blue eyes was everything I dreaded, and I decided it wasn’t a matter of threat or sin. It was both.
Headmaster Thorne was dangerous in all the worst ways if I couldn’t even notice my surroundings when he held me in his arms. Hell’s sake, I was damned.
All men enjoyed a challenge, but Willow was something different. She was something worse. She was impossible.
“I may be an asshole, and I will most definitely take advantage of you,” I said, chuckling when her gaze snapped back to mine. “But you’re safe with me.”
“I’ll always come for you, Witchling,” he said, holding my stare for a moment.
I wanted her as obsessed with me as I was with her. It would be the perfect karma for the way she’d slithered beneath the surface of what made me, making herself at home in my soul.
“I think it’s time you acknowledge that it is too late to save yourself from me, love.”
“I. Would. Care.”
“What happens when I’m tired of fighting?” I asked, trying to ignore the pool of tears threatening to fall. Hoping the water from the shower would wash them away before he could notice.
His face softened, his lips touching mine in a kiss that was so much more delicate than any other. “Then you let me do it for you.”
“Sit, please. I have something I’d like to discuss with you first.”
“Ooo… we’re using good manners. Am I in trouble?”
“That depends. Do you want me to punish you, Witchling?”
“Am I going to enjoy it?”
“Why wouldn’t you?”
She (Willow)'s always been 20. The book had a paragraph edited because some readers were confused that because witch powers manifest at 16, and Willow is a new student, then they thought that made her 16 when the reality was she was just in hiding when her powers manifested and the coven was unaware of her existence. I edited to add clarity to avoid confusion, but she was never 16. I don't roll that way 🤣 [...] I obviously wasn't clear enough in the original draft, and my editing team missed it because they all know I wouldn't write about a 16 year old.😅
Just wanted to thank you! Because you mentioned it. I decided to verify to be safe and downloaded the ebook that the new publisher has up and it looks like somehow in the takeover on amazon, it reverted to the previous version that doesn't have that sentence. My agent is contacting the publisher so they can fix it until the official re-release with the new edits in August.
“If it is order that you value, then I will bring you nothing but chaos.”
“My hands clenched at my sides as I turned away from the sight of what she had given. The Coven didn’t deserve the sacrifice she was willing to make”
“As much as I hated to cry when I was sad, the rage cries were the absolute worst. They hinted at what I assumed some perceived as weakness, when all I wanted was to commit murder.”
“Wearing a skirt was so impractical if I was going to be burying bodies in the woods.”
“Thank you. For coming for me.”
“I’ll always come for you, Witchling”
“I wanted to tear his throat out. I wanted to tear his clothes off.
The fact that I wasn’t even sure which one I wanted more terrified me.”
“You fight. Every moment of every day, you fight. Because that is who you are,” he whispered, dropping his forehead to mine.
“What happens when I’m tired of fighting?”
“Then you let me do it for you.”
“You fight. Every moment of every day, you fight. Because that is who you are,” he whispered, dropping his forehead to mine.
“What happens when I’m tired of fighting?”
“Then you let me do it for you.”