He's Under My Spell

read, remember?" Priscilla's voice echoed through the empty house, each u

kin. "They wouldn't just ignore me," she whispered, clutching the loa

ccusing them of all sorts of terrible things. "They wouldn't..." Priscilla shook her head, dismissing the thou

k witches echoed in her mind, their jealousy of her parents' power, their

anger. "They've always resented us, ever since Nay and Tay started using th

her parents, accusing them of defying the natural order. "You meddle where you

the bone. Her ancestors, powerful white witches, had

la lit the candles for the ancient locator spell, whispering the incantation under he