Hayle Coven Novels
I'd just met the Brotherhood.
Despite their creepy act, I was unimpressed.
"Feels like trouble." I jumped a little as Gram spoke, turning to find her standing next to me, a holey pink sweater wrapped tightly around her as she glared toward where the car vanished. She grinned at me suddenly, giggled. "I like trouble."
"Yeah," I said, "I've noticed." I met Charlotte's eyes. She looked anxious, confused.
"Nothing good will come of this," she said.
Great. Doom and gloom from my bodywere. Just what I needed.
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