A Peek at Sympathetic Magic: Chapter 1
Margot Emory slunk out of the wedding reception and negotiated the rocky half-paved parking lot as best she could in her high-heeled sandals. All right, “slunk” probably wasn’t the best word for it. Anyone looking at her would have probably said she was walking normally enough, aside from the occasional bobble when she hit a rock. No, it was more that she wished she could have crawled away, slithered out of there like the lizards that clung to the walls of her garden, because after that serious lapse in judgment, she didn’t know if she could ever look any of the other McAllister witches in the face again.
What the hell were you thinking? she asked herself, sliding in behind the wheel of her Subaru, glad that at least it was dark so no one could see
