If the Broom Fits
“My ears rang and I mentally flailed for an answer. Did it look like my parents knew they were going to die? No. But what did that mean? Were they stupid? The only thing every book on magic agrees on when it comes to necromancers is that dark witches give birth to them and always die afterwards. My mother had to know she was a dark witch. Hell, she left me a letter telling me how to bring her back. Orion was trying to confuse me.
“Why are you here?” I asked.
“Perhaps I have an interest in all of this.”
I nodded slowly. Of course he did. There was no other reason for him to be here. Spirit guides were a bunch of bullshit. At least mine was. He wasn’t here to help or guide me. He wanted something. We all had to walk through this world alone. “And what’s that?”
He shrugged. “You’ll have to stick around to find out.” He vanished into a gust of wind that went through me, sending chills down my spine.
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