The Silent Siren
she teased him.
“Why you gotta know all my secrets?” he grinned up at her.
“You know all of mine,” Thea retorted.
“Not nearly but, fine, if you must know, I’m a witch.”
Thea stiffened, she and her sisters had not had good experiences with witches over the centuries. Whilst she and her sisters couldn’t be killed, they damn sure could be tortured.
“I don’t want your blood, get that thought out of your head, neither does my coven,” he reassured her.
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