Chapter 15
WHEN SHAWNA ARRIVED back at the shelter with her newly found bizaar items, the Fae grinned broadly.
“I wish I was there to see how you did it,” she said with a laugh.
Shawna frowned. “Haven’t you been keeping an eye on me? Wasn’t that how you knew everything about my life?”
The Fae shook her head. “Not when you’re doing something wrong. I can’t see the things that aren’t in line with your magic.”
Another wave of guilt passed over her. She’d been doing a lot of things that weren’t in line with her magic. Impure things, Blaze had called them.
“Well,” Shawna said. “I brought everything you need. Now what?”
“Now, the fun begins,” the Fae announced, and she lifted her hands. “This is my favorite part,” she added in an excited whisper.
She hovered her hands over the pumpkin, a
