FORTY
LIV
3 Months Later
“Again!”
I gritted my teeth and steadied my shaking hands as I tried to force a connection to the green light. The tiniest thread obeyed, and the air around my fingers crackled… and died with a fizz.
Breathing heavily, I let my arms fall to my sides, too exhausted to even wipe the sweat off my brow. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can! Do you have any idea how many witches would give their left tit to have a connection to their magic like yours?” Maggie, my silver-haired High Priestess, hocked a loogie at the barn floor and wiped her face in her arm. “Stop being such a f*****g wimp, grab your power by the f*****g balls, and do something!”
Maggie wasn’t your stereotypical High Priestess. Where Joana had given off sweet Earth Mother vibes, Maggie… Maggie was more “biker
