MasukI hold onto her like my life depends on it.I almost died… Actually died. And looking around the room, I’m starting to understand why.“Why the hell would you put yourself at risk like that? Do you know how your mother would have taken it had you died? Why would you risk it?” My dad shouts at me as
I just stare at him, his lifeless body, my teeth clenched. It doesn’t matter how much I know this isn’t for good, I’m still terrified.Hazel stands over him, still chanting away.I’m so focused, I don’t realize someone else has entered until it’s too late.“Amy?” My mom whispers, and I look up at my
Hazel puts some weird herb mixture covering my stomach, chest, and even my face as I lay down on the long table in Hazel and Cole’s dining room.Aspen walks over to me, grabbing my hand. “You better not die.” She says it low, like she doesn’t really want me to know she cares, but I know better.She’
I feel like my insides are on fire. Like I can’t see straight.There is no way in hell I’m going to let her do this.Aspen’s hand squeezes around mine. I look down into her eyes, she shrugs. “It’s not a big deal, and Hazel makes a good point.I shake my head, “Can I do it?” I look up at Hazel. Her l
My eyes stay glued to the diary as I sit in the chair in the corner of Hazel’s witch room, but I can barely focus as all the conversations move along around me.“She killed twenty witches. Witches that were on our side.” Hazel snarls, and Dallas shakes his head. “They weren’t on our side, Hazel. The
A sob breaks through my soul as Liam and I get home. Our actual home…Dallas says the cell is pointless, and now no one knows what to do with me.The darkness I’m met with when I open the door causes a chill to race up my spine. The pitch-black oblivion the witch has had me trapped in coming to mind
Liam keeps watching me like I’m going to die any second, and a part of me wishes I had. The memories of that night, the pain... My mom. My mom is dead. Waking up and not seeing her, confirmed it. She would have been here if she had been able to. She died, because of what? Because my father is crazy?
I keep picturing her still in my arms, covered in blood. I can’t lose the memory; it’s like hardwired into my brain now. And her mom, her mom mean’t everything to her. Losing her is going to be really tough for her, but I won’t leave her side. She’s going to need us all, when she comes to. And with
I couldn’t go see Amy tonight, I couldn’t sit in a room with her. Not being able to hold her, kiss her, all while acting like I’m fine with her leaving. I knew I’d lose it, and I don’t want her to hate me even more for not making it easier for her to leave. Dallas was pissed and said it upset her by
I spend the next week with school in the mornings, training with Walker after, and then hanging with everybody after training. I made a mistake finishing those fifty push-ups, because now Walker knows I can do it, so now I’m forced to every day. He’s also started adding on some running around the pa







