LOGINI 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
“Buttercup?” Cole yells smiling. “No! I call that one! I like it!” He exclaims, I roll my eyes. He comes up beside me and throws his arm around my neck. “Come on, buttercup. Let’s play some games so you can participate!” Mia hits him upside the head, “Too late! It’s mine.” She says smugly looking st
It’s been two weeks since my breakdown on the mountain. I’ve felt a little bit better about things after I cried everything out. I didn’t realize how bad I needed that. I’ve been trying to keep my anger under lock, because it keeps showing up randomly, and I never want a repeat of what happened that
I take a deep breath and walk inside. My mom’s been so busy taking care of Amy and planning the funeral that she had forgot that the mess inside Amy’s house needed to be cleaned up. I instantly smell Amy’s blood when I walk inside. It smells horrible having just sat here for a month. I can see the p
A few hours later, Amy finally wakes up, and just stares at the ceiling. She doesn’t say anything but gives both of us a small smile, and lifts herself over me and off the bed walking to her room. We both follow her, and she heads straight for the shower. Once she shuts the door on us, Dallas and I







