I stared at Alice as if she were an alien.
“Where did you get this stuff…”
“You want the truth, don’t you? Then listen to the end without interruptions.”
I nodded in agreement, limiting myself to silence. If she wanted quiet to spin some fantastical tale, I’d give it to her.
“You descend from a line of powerful witches, just as I come from a long lineage of werewolves,” Flora continued this time.
“Your name is Bridget Bishop, in honor of your great-great-grandmother, the first witch tried and condemned in the Salem witch hunts.” Agnes stepped forward, puffing out her chest and speaking with pride. “She became famous, and with her ashes, we managed to channel even more power to our clan.”
“I what?”
“Your mother was also a witch, but she never told you anything. She didn’t think it wa
