The Witches of White Willow by Angela Addams

Author:Angela Addams [Addams, Angela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781775277446
Publisher: Weird Sister Press
Published: 2018-09-20T04:00:00+00:00

Okay, that threw her. Big time.

She tried to poke holes in it. Tried to will her magic back so she could prove that she had a spark of something that he could stoke. But there was nothing. No way to prove him wrong. Her thoughts swirled for hours and all the while she couldn’t bear to rise from his embrace. She kept her head on his chest and listened to his heart thunder away.

Exhaustion won though and somehow she managed to fall asleep. But while she was sleeping, she was dreaming about her mother and the Circle and chasing something…something that was just out of her reach.

She’d woke in a panic, surprised that Duke didn’t stir. She took it as a sign to get out of there.

Her powers were back. She felt the zing of the magic around her, including Duke’s. The peace she had felt the night before had vanished and rather than sit there staring at his gorgeous body, mulling over his words and how they made her feel, she slipped out, washed up and put her clothes on.

She fingered her mother’s amulet, the stone smooth under her thumb. She’d put it back on to remind herself of obligation, of duty. She slipped it under her tank top, hated the cold feel of it against her skin.

It was early enough that the others hadn’t stirred, the sun just cresting the horizon, the night’s chill still frosting the grass.

She sucked in a deep lungful of crisp air and sat quietly on the stone slab altar. It had been nice to be without powers for a bit but to go permanently without them was not something she craved. Her powers were threaded through her being, part of her personality. Without them, she’d acted impulsively, irresponsibly.

What Duke had said was also problematic for her. So the passion was real. Fine. Her feelings not influenced by his magic. Fine.

No, it wasn’t fine. She sighed. What she felt for him was not fine. It was distracting. It was powerful. It conflicted with everything she thought she understood. And yet, it felt so right. So damn good.

She didn’t believe in soul mates. That was always just fairy tale and fantasy. She didn’t love him.

But she sure did like him a lot. Like a lot a lot.

“I won’t put that in my report.” Bridget came up from behind, two steaming cups in her hands.

She startled Hazel out of her thoughts. “Um, what?”

Bridget offered her a cup then sat down next to her on the stone. “What happened last night. I won’t put that in my report to your mother.”

Hazel took a sip of the tea, peppermint with honey. It slid down her throat, giving her a pleasant burn all the way to her stomach. “Oh yeah, with the Fire witches? Right, better to keep Mother in the dark on that.”

Bridget snorted into her cup. “Well, that and Healer Hart, right?” She nudged Hazel.

Hazel sputtered her next sip.

“Oh don’t get me wrong, I totally get it. Did get it, in fact, back in the day.

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