“Was what your aunt said true? Does your sister cast spells on you?” I leaned in and whispered to her. She looked down and nodded yes. “I’m going to kick her *ss next time I see her.” I growled. Her eyes became wide, but she gave me a smile. I couldn’t help but return it. Lucinda put a fresh pot of familiar earl grey tea on the table and made us all a cup.
I took mine, added a splash of cream, and took a sip. Pepper cleared her throat and coughed. She started to speak, but it was raspy and incoherent. She held her throat and winced in pain. She tried again, and this time it was understandable, but sounded painful.
“The Coven won’t help. They didn’t believe me.” She whispered in a raspy voice.
“What is up with these people? Why can’t they believe that I was hexed?” Rage burned inside me,
