Breaking and entering, spell casting, time traveling, kidnapping, getting killed, and now back to time traveling. I seriously needed a nap. But here I was, back in Pilgrim times. The town looked just as it had before. It was night. There was a small crowd of people milling about near the church. Another gathering clustered around the town hall. I couldn’t tell if it was the same day I’d been here last time, or a month, a year, a decade later. Now there was a chill in the air and the sky was dark, but the stars and moon were bright enough to light the area enough to see well enough with my vampire eyes. When Heather had done the spell, it hadn’t been perfectly precise. She was an amateur, one who didn’t have very much magic inside her. I knew I was lucky to have found Thierry at all when I searched the town. Raina was different—and this was her spell. An alpha witch had alpha control.
