Kidnapped? Check.
Find out I’m a witch? Double check.
Learn I have a soulmate? Triple check.
Awaken five dead witches from a tomb? And…. We have a runner!
Seriously, at eighteen, this was not how I envisioned my first year on my own to go. They say being an adult is hard, but try being one and finding out you have to wake the dead! Yeah, it’s a whole new level of complicated. Add in the fact that the strange tug I’ve been feeling is getting worse, leading me to my soul mate, a man I didn’t even know existed, and you can kind of understand why I’m freaking out a bit.
Magic is not something to play with.
Oh, no.
Magic is something that happens to you. It becomes a part of you. Every tendril of wispy energy weaves its way through your soul until you are consumed by it.
Now. I just have to survive long enough to learn how to use it.
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