Chapter 53
SIRI “I’m sorry, what?” I blinked at her. “Did you just say you’re a witch?” She nodded once, steady and serious. I let out a thin, disbelieving laugh. “Like crystals and tarot cards witch? Or like Halloween costume witch?” She didn’t smile. “A real one. I shook my head immediately. “No. That’s not real. That’s not—” “Fine,” she snapped, standing abruptly. “I’ll prove it to you.” She crossed the shed and grabbed a flower pot in the corner, roses barely budding. “Watch.” She placed her hand gently over one of the tight buds. Nothing happened at first. Relief flickered through me. This was insane. Then the air shifted. Subtle, but undeniable. Like pressure building before a storm. The fine hairs along my arms stood on end. The bud trembled beneath her palm. Slowly, the petals began to unfu
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