Chapter Twenty-Five
“Nia, lookit!”
Loren snapped her fingers, and a blue flame appeared. She laughed with glee. Then, like too much gas on a pilot, the flame flared out of control. Morgan waved her hands, and the flame immediately extinguished.
Once the flame was safely out, I flew to the bed Loren was fluffed up in and threw my arms around her.
“Oof,” she groaned as she took my impact.
“Oh, no.” I immediately reared back. “Did I hurt you?”
The front of her nightgown gaped open, showing the faint scar on her chest.
“No, I’m good as new. Better than new. That was just a lot of Nia for a girl to take after facing death.”
Loren had faced death. Hopefully for the last time in a long time. With the witch blood that flowed in her veins from her mother’s side, she could live happily and h
