Melinda – Rose Cottage, 1721
Bending forward, I light the last tall red candle before me, creating a perfect circle of light in the middle of the small cottage.
I often came to the cottage when I needed solace or time to reconnect with my magic. But tonight, I was here for a very different reason.
Having to been born to a very prestigious and powerful wiccan clan had its advantages, to be sure. But it also came with great hardship. Usually the more ancient the family, the more skeletons in the closet. And despite having moved as far away from the Walker coven birthplace as I could have, didn’t mean I had managed to outrun the curse that followed the Walkers through the ages.
My family had done all that it could in order to break the curse. And by now, there were less than a handful of
