Falcon and His Witch
Falcon… had a witch?
The words echoed in Lucy’s skull, cold and heavy, until her whole body felt hollow. Her jaw slackened. Her skin prickled. She didn’t remember leaving Mama Claire’s. She didn’t remember climbing into the car with her mother. She didn’t remember answering the relentless questions fired at her by her mom, if she answered at all.
Now, standing in her own home, she still felt as though her soul had been left somewhere else. Her mind kept replaying the psychic’s voice, those cryptic warnings that seemed to coil tighter around her throat.
“Lucy? You look pale…”
Her mother’s concern trailed her into the bedroom, and Lucy’s heart nearly stopped.
Kyle was there.
Not sleeping. Not lounging. Moving like a man chased by demons. His shirt was halfway over
