Bridget was evolving, learning to control her powers, taking command of the magic within her. But with that, her power grew every day. It seemed the more she mastered it, the stronger it became.
That shouldn’t have been a problem—a witch so powerful she didn’t need spells, just a command to make things happen. But I was one of the few who thought that way.
The witches were in a frenzy. Those women and men might think they hid their scheming well, but they didn’t. Peta and I had overheard conversations where words like “threat,” “out of control,” and “danger” were linked to Bridget and her power. That’s why we decided to have men tail them twenty-four hours a day. If they were planning something against her, we’d know before anything happened.
We still hadn’t figured out who her father w
