All Chapters of Little Red Riding Witch: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

[Axel] I give Evander and Rosie some time to rest and eat while I clean my house and get everything ready for the arrival of the entire coven. The house is lonely and quiet without Rafe and my father. I didn’t realize how hollow it would be without the two of them. My heart aches to see my son running down the stairs. Did Alexa feel like this for the year she was gone? Did she even care? I have a hard time believing she did, because if she did, why didn’t she ever call? Why didn’t she write a note? When I spoke with her on the phone, she told me it was because she was “paralyzed with shame and fear,” and “unsure of my reaction.” In other words, she didn&rsq

[Rosalynd] I'm still mad at Evander. No, I’m pissedWe are still dancing, and I have to admit he is an amazing dancer. He more than makes up for all the shortcomings that I have. He’s so elegant and graceful that even with my stumbling step we glide across the floor.“This doesn’t feel right,” I’m trying not to whine. He has given me all of this wonder in such a short amount of time, but I still miss my other boys as well. “If this is a reception, everyone I love should be here. Instead, the only person I know here is you. Everyone else is here for you or to see me as some kind of novelty.”The music pauses and I walk from the ballroom back out into the hallway. A short moment later,

[Hyacinth] Despite what I might have hoped, Evander did not take advantage of me that first night. We were both far too exhausted. It's sad because he made a big show of taking me to his "bower" only for us to fall asleep mid-kiss. Wrapped tightly in each other's arms, the two of us slept for an entire 24 hours before waking up for a brief breakfast, only to fall asleep again as soon as we were done getting ready for our day. I have never been the type of person who had the benefit of rest. I always felt a need to go go go. But my body was done with giving me a choice since the choices I've been making have resulted in minimal sleep and extended opportunities for injury. Both Evander and I are in similar situations only in that we have both gone through so much of our bodies were s

[Rosalynd] Of all the fairy tale worlds I could have fallen into, I never thought it would be Wonderland. Neverland, maybe, but not Wonderland.  Honestly, I always thought it’d be Narnia, or I’d get some kind of letter delivered by a half-giant proclaiming I am really a witch and that my mother wasn’t really my mother but some mistake as she was the only one to keep me safe from a big scary evil wizard. Actually, that last one hits a bit too close to home. I am tempted to start whistling and kicking my heels as we walk, as if we were off to see a particular wizard, as this feels so much like a trip to Oz that if I weren’t making my way while holding the hand of THE Mad

[Rosalynd] The Oracle has given Evander back his sight! He tells me that it isn’t forever, that it can take back what it has gifted, but in this moment I am happy to see his beautiful eyes watching the expressions on my face, seeing me. I squeeze Evander’s hand.  But his hand is no longer there. Looking around, the scene changes and I am surrounded by a shadowy forest. Sitting in a hollow are two young women, one of whom is surrounded by crystals. “On this day,” my Mother’s voice greeted me. “You asked me for a boon. I heard you small fae child, for I listen to the whims of