Chapter 13
THIS WAS ALL I’D EVER wanted—to be part of this amazing community of witches and warlocks. To travel, to cast spells, to learn magic that my mother wouldn’t, or couldn’t, teach me. “When do we start?”
“Well, I will speak to the judges and testing panel as soon as you leave today. Usually it can take weeks or even longer to organize, but I will push for you to be tested sooner rather than later. You must be anxious to start.”
There was a sudden knock at the door and Matlock turned his head to the sound.
“Come in.”
The door opened and a man whom I’d never seen before stepped into the room. My heart pounded at the sight of him. He wore tight, fitted black slacks and a dark, cashmere sweater that clung to his muscles like a second skin. Something about him was just... intense.
