The Witch Us
The matriarch of the de Clermont family was no friend to witches, and even though Stephanie trusted the woman, Emily was still not sure. “I am not looking for a letter. We hid little notes to each other in the pages of books. I searched through every volume in the library when he died, wanting to have every last piece of him. But I must have missed something.” “Maybe it wasn’t there to be found—not then.” A dry voice spoke from the shadows by the door. Sarah Bishop’s red hair was wild and her face white with worry and lack of sleep. “M arthe is going to have a fit when she sees this. And it’s a good thing Stephanie isn’t around. She’d give you a lecture on book preservation that would bore you stupid.” Tabitha, who accompanied Sarah everywhere, shot from between the witch’s legs, mesmer
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