Page 63 of Which Witch Is Wicked?
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“You…you… just like… appeared!” Claire marveled.
“Anyone else think that was too wonky for words?” Moira queried.
“Holy shit, you guys!” Aerin stood on wobbly legs, adrenaline pushing away the pain that wanted to swallow her whole. Sure, the man she… er… Julian wanted her dead. In fact, all the Horsemen had decided the world was better off without her. She’d let her feelings be hurt later.
Because she could fucking fly!
“Holy shit on a broomstick!” Aerin exclaimed again, her heart pounding and her blood singing.
“What?” her sisters asked in unison, their eyes wide and disbelieving.
“We need to get that ax,” Aerin said, picking up her broom. “We’re making us all one of these, then I’m going to take you on onehellof a ride!”
