Chapter 1
Chapter 1 I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. And as a witch who can travel ninety-one years into the past, when I say the wrong time, I mean the wrong century. I had fallen asleep at Edward's apartment. Again. I had been floating in that place between awake and asleep for a while now, but nothing had felt seriously out of place. Sure, the smell was wrong. Back home smelled of lemony furniture polish and the distant aroma of Mr. Trevor's favorite dark roast coffee. Edward's apartment smelled of motor oil from the garage downstairs with an undertone of horse that had never left since the garage had been a carriage house. But I was used to that smell now. In that not-quite-awake space, it didn't feel wrong enough to cause any alarm. Neither did the sound of early morning traffi
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