Witched At Birth by Dakota Cassidy

Author:Dakota Cassidy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Book Boutiques
Published: 2019-02-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

The day had been long, the excitement over Halloween amongst the children almost boiling over. With the holiday only five days away, it was hard to contain their enthusiasm—or her dread.

As she rummaged through the toy box outside on the playground at Miss Marjorie’s, she forced the end of her parole and what would happen to her to the back of her mind.

She and Ben hadn’t discussed anything that had happened between them at this point. She had no right to bring it up anyway. Yet, the three of them had fallen into an easy routine with each other. They had dinner together, they watched TV together, they did chores as a group, and she and Lola spent a lot of time in Moira’s garden.

Like a family.

But there was something. Something she couldn’t define. Something that woke her in the middle of the night, gasping for breath, terrified. She knew she hadn’t been dreaming when she’d climbed that roof. She knew she’d seen Lola. So what the hell was going on?

What kept eating at her?

She wondered if it wasn’t the idea she’d have to leave Paris when all was said and done. She wondered if part of her terror was starting over from scratch, leaving Lola and Ben.

But that didn’t terrify her. It hurt her. So she did what she did best—ignored it, trying to focus on this uneasy feeling she couldn’t shake.

“Bye Miss Winnie!” one of the children called to her from the parking lot.

She waved and smiled. “Bye, Jordie! Remember what Miss Winnie told you about underwear!”

As the boy jumped in the car, Jordie’s mother shot her a grateful glance and mouthed a “thank you” to her for encouraging Jordie to put his underwear on under his jeans rather than over.

The playground stilled, the chatter of children gone now. It was one of her favorite parts of the day, the part of her routine she looked forward to because it gave her time to think.

Rolling up her sleeves, she began to pick up toys, almost laughing at how ridiculous she must look in her metallic jumpsuit. But when she’d promised herself she was all in, she’d decided wearing the clothes Daphne had given her wasn’t part of the lesson Baba Yaga wanted her to learn.

She’d given her those dreadful clothes for a reason. Maybe to humiliate her, maybe to remind her not everyone had magic they could call upon when the mood struck them.

It didn’t matter. It was part of her punishment, and she’d damn well wear them until the bitter end.

“Are you Winnie Foster?”

Winnie shaded her eyes from the sun, catching a glimpse of a man, his strides brisk as he strode into the playground where she was tidying up. “I am. You are?”

He stalked up to her, straightening his red tie. “I’m Wyatt Jackson’s father, Randolph. Who the hell do you think you are, confiscating my wand?”

She peered up at him, his face sharply angled, his mouth a thin line. Was this one of those tests cooked up by Marjorie and BIC? Because if so, Mr.

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