*Jax*
After Colette was safe at home with her mother, I started making calls.
There were too many red flags. Too many dangers.
Too many threats.
Another witch was involved. If what Roderick had told Colette was true, that meant that Penelope wasn’t the only talented witch in town. And that meant that the protections Penelope placed over Colette’s home could be tampered with. The bubble of safety I thought I had cocooned Colette and her mother in in their small cottage had been shattered.
Roderick was conniving— he would do whatever it took to get what he wanted.
“I have called everyone here, bror.” My sister’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I looked up to meet her black eyes.
“Penelope?” I snapped.
“She is on her way,” Karina said gently. “Branson should be in mome
