Chapter 9

Pain ripped through Gail’s head, waking her up from her sleep. She held her head, waiting for it to pass. Something jumped on her bed, making her scream and jerk back against the headboard. It was only when Joel barked several times, did her sleep fogged mind realize it was him. “Owe,” she said, rubbing the back of her head where she'd hit the headboard. “What’s wrong?” Gail reached for the charm and wrapped it around her wrist.

‘They’re here. The witches. They’re right outside.’

That explained the sudden headache that woke her up. “Already?” She threw back the covers, rubbing her still aching temple. In the living room, Gail peeked out the window. “Crap,” she breathed, seeing a large group of, most likely, witches on her small front lawn. 

‘I don’t think they’ve gotten past your spells.’ 

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