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FIRE WITCH

Fire Witch

Witches of Westwood Academy

Book Three

Gina Kincade & C.D. Gorri

PROLOGUE

The first dayof the second semester.

“Are you shitting me?”I growled, staring at the hideously sweet-looking confection in my roommate’s hands.

“What do you mean? Everyone likes to celebrate their birthday,” Jade stuttered as she held the lopsided, heart-shaped cake out like some sort of offering.

Rio and Magnus stood on the other side of the kitchen, the water witch’s blue hair floating around her shoulders as her emotions spiked. I knew it wasn’t on purpose, and maybe I should have made it clearer, but I hated my birthday.

Thirteen is an unlucky number, even for witches, and I was born on February 13th. The day before Valentine’s Day, or as the magic folks around here called it, Burn Season.

Cupid really fucked us witches in matters of the heart—though, to be fair, when I looked at my idiot roommates, they seemed to be the exception to that rule. I could hardly turn around without bumping into one couple or another, usually cuddling, kissing, or doing something equally gross.

Maia and Enok were off on one of their frequent dates, and since Rio was holding a pair of matching towels, I knew she and Mag were off to Brin Lake for a skinny-dipping make-out session, though they pretended otherwise. Even Jade had a mystery man. The earth witch snuck off to see him whenever she thought no one was looking.

Whatever.

She was just like everyone else in 563W—that was our dorm room number. For some reason, I was stuck with an airhead, a pigpen, and a treader for roommates. Those were just mean kid nicknames for witches not from my coven. They called witches like meashesfor obvious reasons. Fire witches tended to leave nothing but dust in their wake, and I was the worst one of all. My roommates just didn’t know it. That’s why they did things like this. Made me cakes.

Crap.

I was being a shithead, but I couldn’t help it. My emotions were getting the better of me, and that was never a good thing.

What was I doing with these people?

I should be with the rest of the Incendo Coven in the east wing.

Those units were built especially for witches with my powers. The dorms were fireproof, with magically enhanced sprinkler systems and other wards to protect the rest of the student body and faculty.

I was the only one not staying there. Stuck here where I could possibly hurt or kill someone with my out of control magic.

I was keenly aware of my solitary state. The only two not paired up were me and the newbie, Enid. She was strange but quiet, and I liked quiet. Nothing like a nosy witch to really put me in a foul mood.

“Maybe you should try dating?” Rio said, and I growled my annoyance.

“Does everyone here think all I need is someone to bone and I’ll be okay?” I asked in a huff.

The others looked at one another before facing me once more. I couldn’t believe this. Burn Season was here, but these idiots thought I needed a Valentine to make me nicer.

Unbelievable.

“Well, yeah,” Jade began, as if it all made perfect sense. “Tana, if you’re not gonna indulge in these delicious chocolate strawberry cupcakes I made you, you should probably be boning someone.”

I huffed a sigh and pushed past the goody goody. I needed the darkness of my room. To be alone with my thoughts and away from thetoo happycouple and the perky earth witch. Enid did not really bother me, but that was because she stayed out of my way.

A boyfriend?

Really?

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