Hayle Coven Novels
Suzanne had already lost interest, it seemed, too enthralled by the can in her hand to notice if I cared or not.
I drifted away from Brad when his football buddies began a spitting contest, trying not to judge him too harshly for being disgusting. A thick puff of wood smoke erupted from the fire as I passed, making me choke and wave my hand to clear it. I stumbled on a small collection of kids hovered around a joint, the musty, tart odor making me flinch. Did I mention drugs were worse for witches? Talk about accessing some scary power. A little weed was a great way to accidentally tap into raising the dead or calling up more unpleasant things that go bump in the night. I waved at the strong
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