As Afton looked into the mirror above her bathroom sink, she noticed how pale her face had become, the flesh under her eyes bruised, the skin around her mouth pinched. She sighed as she caught Winnie's reflection behind her. "I have renounced, auntie. I am no longer a practicing witch."
"Oh, my dear, my dear!" Up on her tiptoes, Winnie placed a plump arm around her niece's shoulders. "Why did you want to do something so drastic?"
Afton trained her gaze on her aunt. "Because I can't live with myself if I continued to practice, knowing that my careless use of my powers drove Mac away... and probably for good."
"Not necessarily. Give him time, darling, and he'll come back to you."
"But I don't want him to come back while he's still under my spell. He must come back on his own free
