CALLUM
I shifted on the park bench, the cool metal pressing through my jeans as I held the phone to my ear. Leaves moved softly in the breeze, a quiet, steady sound that should have grounded me. Instead, it only made the noise in my head feel louder.
“Did you know the Morgans personally?” I asked, unable to keep the edge out of my voice. “Because the Lila I know cannot be a witch. She doesn’t know anything about our deities, and she doesn’t smell like magic.”
Tabitha’s drawl came through the speaker, slower this time, more thoughtful. “Well, sugar, it’s possible. If a witch doesn’t come into her power at the right age, she might not even know what she is. Happens more than you’d think. Leaves her powerless, poor thing. Her parents might’ve figured there was no point in telling her. No n
