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PROLOGUE

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bld sca, I csd n h kchn drway and

wad. Wad r h c ar .

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I rasd h kn, hldng hgh and xndd, lk a

Sara. H sd a h kchn dr, alvlnc

radang f h. H rasd a ngr and drw acrss hs

hra n a slw, dlbra sl. Yr dad.

H sd n h kchn, h absnc n n

hs cy glar als as rryng as h slw crlng and

nrlng hs ngrs. I had n db hs ngrs wldnd wrad arnd y hra.

Gv h kn, bch.

Th nsl ddn rak as ch as h ncanny

br hs vc; hw ch h sndd lk y dad x


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I was sure o: Id managed to endure this god-awul week so

ar, no way would I go down without a fght.

My trembling fngers convulsed around the knie, grip-

ping the handle tighter as I lowered it to chest level. Makeme.

The eyes o the guy Id once trusted glowed with hatred.

A second beore he lunged at me.

I einted to the right, slammed my hip against the sink

and cried out in pain.

He laughed, a chilling sound that had me scrabbling

aster as he came straight or me.

I swept the glass on the draining board to the oor and

dodged to the let.

He kept coming.

Panic clogged my throat as I rebounded against thewall, hard enough to rattle the crockery in the dresser. I

should have baulked, should have screamed, should have

run. Instead, an inner strength I hadnt known I possessed

snapped its leash. Clawed its way to the surace, howling or

reedom.

He must have seen something in my expression becausehe hesitated.

I didnt.

I screamed my ury, desperate to lash out.

Unable to rein in my rage, I slashed.


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CHAPTER ONE

OneWeekearlier

All the times Id aboagd Mo p a an advnuroukd, ddn Aun Ang aa or ud run o p

noy bra nx door ad co back o aun . Mayb

r wa ong o y ay Wcca Trod Law

ar a: whatever you dished out would come back three times

worse.

My ory agnn on pagan dny no

cagory.

I ddn wan o rarc pagan. Id vd growng up

and wccra wan or . No ar Id n ru on

y o.

Sarng a a papr n gong o g don.My ad nappd up and I rd no o gawk a Ronan.

Id don noug o a w rang ar , ng

ar-our uorng w g coo kd or anor

agnn Hd nocd Aud y nr wa or


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I hed been the music teacher at school I would have

signed up or extra tuition in a ash. Instead, I made do with

admiring him rom aar twice a week when he came in to

tutor kids ater school. Then again, i he was a teacher here,we probably wouldnt be corresponding via cyberspace and

striking up what Id like to think o as a riendship.

Hed been so patient answering my assignment questions

and, like me, was a bit o a geek or acts. Kinda inevitable

Id developed a monster crush. Not that I remotely thought

or one moment it was reciprocated. Why would a guy like

him be interested in a beanpole strawberry blonde with

blah-blue eyes, no curves and a nasty habit o picking at her

cuticles?

I pushed the paper away with the tip o my pen. The

subjects pretty boring.Especially ater Id had frsthand experience with dancing

around a maypole on Beltane, constructing a broom with

aromatic herbs, bright oliage and fnishing with a spritz o

glycerol to make it last, and sneaking a copy o Moms The

Spiral Danceby Starhawk, a witchs must-read.

I braced at Ronans nearness as he tilted his head to oneside. Pagans: Witches Or Whackos by Alyssa Wood, he read

aloud. Witches sound cool to me.

Not i you grew up with them, I muttered, mortifed

hed heard. He laughed and slid onto the seat next to mine.

The school library, a cosy cavernous haven I loved or the

quiet, shrunk with him sitting so close.

He stared at me, assessing. Youd be the least likely per-

son Id pick to be a witch.

Thats because Im not. Heat ushed my cheeks as he


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Not a bad idea, i I got to kiss him to turn him back. Like

that thought helped my blush.

Im not into magick. I made a mockery o the state-

ment by knowing the correct spelling added a K on theend, as I twirled a pen between my ngers. It slipped and

landed in the centre o my blank page. O an assignment

comprising the bulk o my grade this semester. Due tomor-

row. That Id deliberately ignored the past two weeks in the

hope it would vanish. Pity I didnt believe in wands.

Why dont you write it rom a sceptics viewpoint? That

would be interesting.

Because paganism exists. Worse luck. Its a part o his-

tory and Jackass Jackman wants acts, not a debate. Trust

me to land the only history teacher on the planet who was

into Wicca stuf as much as my amily.He held up his hands in surrender. Hey, just an idea.

I winced. Sorry. Ill be pulling an all-nighter to get this

done and Im a little tense.

What can I do to help?

I struggled not to gape at this cool, twenty-one year old,

part-time music tutor ofering to pitch in on a high schoolpaper.

Thanks, but youve probably got band stuf on

Ill research, you write. He ipped open the nearest

text in my pile o books and I slumped into my chair, con-

tent to watch him, wondering what hed do i I hugged him

in gratitude.

When I continued staring, he glanced up, a smile crin-

kling the corners o his warm hazel eyes. Youre not writ-

ing.


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If he only knew.

Thinking about Wicca raised other issues Id rather not

ace; issues Id run rom when Id let Broadwater or New

York City six months ago.This assignment didnt scare me. The repercussions o

acknowledging my past did.

I managed a tight smile. Start reading.

Bossy as well as witchy. I better watch out.

I opened my mouth to protest but he laughed and I

ducked my head so my hair draped across my ace. Besides,

what could I say? My mom used to be devout Wicca, my

aunt is a renowned high priestess urban witch and I was

certifed mundane?

I didnt believe in magick. Not any more.

Okay, heres your beginning. His fnger trailed underthe text and I stared at his hand, ascinated by his long,

strong fngers and clean, square nails. Wicca is a modern

religion based on ancient pagan practices. Paganism reers

to all nature-based religions.

His low voice soothed, leaving me mesmerised rather

than studious.Says here all Wiccans are witches and all witches are

pagans, but not all witches are Wicca. He glanced up, his

rown comical.

My moms Wicca. Its a spiritual thing based in nature,

where she ollows changing seasons o the year.

He pointed at the text. Wheel o the Year?

I nodded. Yeah, its all wrapped up in the cycle o lie,

death and holidays.

The holiday part doesnt sound so bad.


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that had me leaning towards him. Whats up? Apart rom

cramming two weeks worth o homework into a ew

hours?

What could I say? That Id ed the only home Id everknown because my boyriend Noah killed himsel the day

ater I dumped him? That my mom had morphed rom

eccentric witch to air-talking alcoholic when I hit puberty?

Flattered by his interest and enjoying the attention, I set-

tled or a sedate version.

Im just dealing with some stuf. I picked at the cuticle

on my thumb, a habit Id tried to ditch and ailed. I havent

seen my mom in six months, and the aunt I live with isnt

her greatest an. Theyve had their diferences over the years.

Most o them centring on me. I had to give Mom credit

in not bowing to Angies pressure. My mom respected mywish to be mundane; Angie kept pushing to educate me in

witch ways. Thankully, as Mom deteriorated over the past

ew years, Angie had backed of. I loved them both dearly

but being caught between two witches? Not a good place

to be.

Must be tough.I shrugged, not willing to divulge more than that.

Thankully, he didnt pry or ofer advice. Shall I keep

reading?

I nodded and picked up my pen, content to listen to his

voice as he read, rather than dwell on a home situation I

couldnt change. Ater ten minutes, the inormation snip-

pets Id jotted covered ve pages.

There are some pretty cool pictures accompanying this

stuf. He pointed to a chalked pentagram on rocky ground,


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He swung the book my way. You choose the pics online,

Ill do the backing music.

I stared at him like hed hung the moon and stars. Heck,

the whole damn solar system. Thats genius.His bashul smile made something shit in my chest

something bordering on painul and wonderul and hope-

ul.

We can do it at my place, i you like?

A perectly innocent invitation considering he gave pri-

vate music lessons to kids there all the time, but the small

part o me that had a major crush did a happy dance.

Sure, that sounds great. I shoved the books into my

satchel, wondering when I could text Angie to let her

know where Id be without looking like a kid who had to

check in.Here, let me carry that. Beore I could protest, hed

slung the satchel over his shoulder, the aded, worn butter-

cup leather accentuating his mussed unkiness rather than

detracting rom it.

The thing weighed a ton so I didnt mind. What I didnt

like so much was the way I elt around him: comortable,sae, more than a little yearning.

He hadnt made a big deal about me tagging along

flming him or my music assignment. He hadnt treated

me like a kid, and he hadnt hesitated to answer the many

questions Id fred at him. Best o all, he hadnt mentioned

my less-than-subtle crush.

The guy played nightly gigs in a band, so he was probably

used to girls gazing at him with blatant adoration. Not that

Id done anything so obvious. Not much anyway.


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day o the week, albeit to study. Shes at a coven meeting

tonight. Ill text her later.

He whistled long and low. Covens really exist in New

York City?Yeah, tonnes. And thats not counting the ones she men-

tors online.

His mouth curved into a smile that slam-dunked any

residual guilt at hanging out with a cute guy I could seri-

ously like given hal a chance. Wonder i I can buy an

online spell or a new bass player.

I rolled my eyes. You have no idea what some people

ask or in those online orums.

Try me.

Surprised by his genuine interest in a topic I usually

avoided, I had no option but to elaborate. The guy washelping me out; the least I could do was educate him.

There are covens all around the country and overseas.

Angies highly respected, so she runs orums or spell cast-

ing, divination, invocations, rituals, ordinations. You name

it, she does it.

Witchcrat 101, in ten easy steps. I like it. He snappedhis ngers. Maybe Ill get me a new bass player ater all.

Dont count on it. Spells only work i you believe,

theyre not or mundanes like us.

His grin widened. Are mundanes like Muggles?

Did everyone in the known universe associate magick

with Harry Potter?

Yeah. Were ordinary, practical, o this world apparently.

While pagans are more involved in otherworldly stuf.

He made a spooky noise and wiggled his ngers at me. I


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Most guys would have made snide remarks or squirmed

uncomortably or changed the subject. Ronan had done

none o those things. Then again, as Id come to appreciate

over the past ew weeks, Ronan wasnt most guys.With his shaggy brown hair tied back in a low pony-

tail, long-lashed hazel eyes and laid-back smile that made

me want to grin right back at him, he was cute rather

than gorgeous. Throw in the low-slung skinny jeans, white

T-shirt and black leather jacket he perpetually wore, and

he channelled a lot o average guys.

But thats where comparisons to a typical guy ended. For

Ronan possessed that certain something that set him apart:

sincerity. Hed genuinely wanted to help me any way he

could with my music assignment. Hed invested time and

efort. And hed been incredibly nice doing it.Swoon.

Hey, ater we nish your assignment, want to grab a

bite to eat? He didnt break step and I had a hard time not

sprawling at his eet in shock. Was he asking me out? Ive

got a gig at nine but that should give us plenty o time.

Yeah, sure. My acceptance came out as a croak and Icleared my throat.

Great. He patted the satchel bumping against his hip

in time with every step. Added incentive to get this done

quickly.

Why, are you hungry?

Not really. He paused and darted a loaded glance my

way I had no hope o interpreting.

Questions pinged around my brain. Was this more o his

characteristic niceness? Was he being polite and asking me


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His ngertips grazed my arm, a eeting touch that made

my nerves jump and added to my conusion. Thought it

might be cool to hang out or a while away rom the assign-

ment stuf, you know?I didnt know, but I nodded and grinned like an idiot,

hoping my tumultuous nerves and bewilderment would

give way to assuredness and poise when I sat near him or

the next ew hours.

Goddess, help me.

I instantly wiped the silent plea, an unconscious invoca-

tion rom years o hearing Mom say it. It meant nothing.

Unlike Moms illness and the ongoing efect it had on

my lie.

Spending a ew hours with Ronanperplexity at his

motivations notwithstandingwould be a welcome breakrom my constant mulling over Moms problems.

She wouldnt talk about them and Id given up trying to

make her.

Easier to put Noah and Mom and Broadwater behind

me, and move on.

Starting now.


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