She Runs with Wolves
Her eyes ran over the old, inked words quickly, and she nodded to herself as she read.
Skye’s leg was still jiggling beneath the table. I slid one of my hands under the old wood and let it sit softly on his thigh. His jeans were a little bit damp, and they were cold to the touch. His leg faltered, and then stilled.
“I think it’s definitely similar,” Kathrena said, looking up at us. “Jane – her name was Jane – didn’t keep such extensive notes. She kept it quite simple, though, mostly working with candle magic and herbs and oils. Silly little things, like good luck charms before exams, love spells if one of us had a crush.” Kathrena dropped her gaze, and I felt a sudden urge to squeeze her han
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