Chapter 2
BELLA
I tapped my foot and waited for my mother to tell me I was wrong.
But I wasn’t wrong.
I had a feeling for these things, and although I was never arrogant about my magic—after all, it was a gift, not something to take for granted—I could feel the premonition and the rightness in my claim.
“Who cursed them?” I asked. “The high warlock?”
That sort of spell, especially one big enough to spread through an entire town of people, could only be done by one much more powerful than a simple witch.
Then another thought occurred to me. “Or was it the elders? The whole coven? Tell me.”
If my father, and Ruby’s father, and Tiffany’s father had been taken from us because of some misguided curse, I wanted to know about it.
Ruby slid her hand over my arm and said, “Calm down, Bella
