Page 16 of Wicked Witch

The so-called sorcerer of Spells Hollow will meet his demise.

Tomorrow a blood moon is predicted and that is when this shall happen. I have tried my best to protect those that remain here.

A lot have fled to New Amsterdam and I wish them luck. I never wanted this.

Morfran has set a course that not even I can alter.

By murdering innocent children, he’s made it clear that we won’t be the only ones to suffer.

“Wynter!”someone shouting pulls me from the most devastating, heartbreaking vision I have had to date. Melisande was not only a leader, she sacrificed herself to try and save her lovers and coven.

I knew something horrible happened here. I can feel the torment and pain all around me. The souls who are trapped here. Starvation, fire, suicide. So many deaths that were caused by one man.

Morfran. He not only cursed my family, but destroyed this town. I don’t know how I’m going to help heal this place or even why I was told to come here, but I know I’ll try.

If not to break my family’s curse, then to help these spirits finally move on and have peace.

“Cirrus, what the hell are you doing here?” Finally opening my eyes, I immediately recognize the person holding me. “Are you stalking me?”

The man from the bar with the powerful magic and bright blue hair looks down at me. We shared one kiss. Why the hell is he here in Spells Hollow of all places.

“Not completely. Did you forget my little chickadee that I was there when your bloodmoon vision hit. That I saw everything you did?”

He releases me and offers me his hand to help me back onto my feet. The sun’s setting now and the noises from the woods are becoming louder. I’m unsteady and feel as if all of my magic is being drained.

“I need to get out of here. I don’t know why you’re here, Cirrus and trust me we will be finishing this conversation, but for now just help me get back to the motel.”

“Anything for you my little mate.”

CIRRUS

Finding Wynter layingthere in the gazebo, lifeless and cold scared the living gooseberries out of me. As I help her back to the road, I can tell something happened. I want to ask her, but I’ll wait until we are back at the motel.

Stopping abruptly, she trembles and I fear she’s going to pass out again.

Looking over her shoulder, she smiles and waves. “I’ll be back in a few days, Arnie. Don’t worry, I never break a promise,” she says to I’m assuming a ghost? I can’t see anything, but that’s only because the spirit wishes to remain unseen.

I’m surprised she can see him, but then again I knew she was powerful. Her magic calls to mine like water to a flower.

We are connected in some way. I don’t want to freak her out, but I’m starting to think us kissing under the blood moon mated us.

Which is unheard of. Fae are feared to most even though that’s my sadistic mother’s doing.

I’m just a fun loving man. I like to play. Always have, that’s why I hated being chained to the throne.

Since I was young there were countless meetings and lessons preparing me to rule one day. Gru would sneak me out some times to the cave so we could pretend to be pirates and hunt down trollysnappers.

But even those days became scarce.

Reaching my truck, I open the door for Wynter.

“Oh, my vehicle is over there,” she mumbles, pointing to the SUV, parked on the side of the road.

There is another car a few feet down that probably belongs to one of the other women I saw exploring.

“If it’s okay with you, muffin, I’d like to drive you back. We can get your vehicle another day. You’re still shaky, and it’s getting dark.”

Sighing, she nods and I help her into the seat. When I try to buckle her, she snaps and swats me away.

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