Chapter Eight
Thea remembered the way she’d felt leaving Philadelphia—like a criminal sneaking out of town with her car packed to the gills.
But Philadelphia had never been home. This was home. Leaving here was going to be hard. Very hard.
She sat under the awning of the Sweet Things confectionary—a favorite place from her childhood. In front of her was what was left of a thick banana split milkshake which had served as brunch. Bailey lay napping at her feet, leash wrapped around the chair leg.
No, she wouldn’t sneak away this time, but she still had to leave. She glanced up the street in the direction of HeartWood, soon to be Songs in the Wood. There were too many temptations here. And last night’s was the cherry on top of them all.
Her family, even her ancestors, had abilities like
