Oh, I can already see their faces—the ones who cast me out, who thought they could break me. I will drain them, leave them helpless, weak as mortals. They’ll beg for death, but I won’t give it. Not until I’m finished. Not until I’ve taken every last drop of what they owe me.
First on my list is my coven, and every last one of their descendants, the ones who banished me. They cast me out for using dark magic, labeling it a crime, despite their own familiarity with its allure. They branded me a threat, a heretic.
I took a witch’s life because of love. The love of my life only had eyes for her. I thought, maybe if I got rid of her, he would finally be mine. That act nearly stripped me of my powers. I didn’t realize the witch had cast a protective spell, causing my curse to backfire on me—a
