“Should I know who the Owen/Sullivan coven is?” she asked, painting her toenails to match her eyes. Quin finished tying the white, satin belt of her bright yellow dress. Then he summoned her chrome tourmaline jewelry. Magically lifting her hair, he fastened the necklace. Then he dropped her curls...
“We live about ten miles northwest of here, but it’s surrounded by trees, so you’ll need to leave your car.” “How will we get there?” Layla asked, parking between two faded, yellow lines. “Fly.” “But I don’t know how.” “It’s easy, but if you’re worried, you can fly with me.” “Okay,” she agreed, t...