Melanie knew Aria would be here. She could feel it in her bones, almost like a sixth sense. The young hybrid witch walked through a grassy area surrounded by hills. She was in Texas. She’d seen this place enough in her dream about Ricky and once when her spirit had travelled here. The dark magic around this area was palpable, making her practically sick to her stomach as the evil intent of this place bore down on her. Poor Aria had been trapped here going through only the goddess knew what.
“I’m coming Aria,” Melanie gritted out determinedly. She touched the small pendant around her neck. The pendant linked her to all her coven members, so despite any cloaking spell, she could still find them.
She didn’t get far. A witch hung from a tree, her intestines hanging out. Dark magic was suf
