Wytchcraft: A Matilda Kavanagh Novel - Plot & Excerpts
I kicked off my covers and stumbled out of bed, picking at my shirt to pull it away from my damp skin. It was difficult to open my eyes, and when I managed it, my vision was soft and blurry. I managed to get to the bathroom and find the sink. The cold water on my face went a long way to waking me up, but I had to scrub the crusted makeup off of my face before I could get my eyes fully open.The girl staring back at me in the mirror was practically unrecognizable. Though I’ve always been fair skinned, living a nocturnal life, I looked sallow and underfed. Circles so dark they looked like bruises were under my eyes and the whites of my eyes were bloodshot. My hair was greasy, as if I hadn’t washed it in days. But none of that mattered, not when I looked at my neck.I touched the raw puncture marks over my pulse. They were still swollen and red. My fingers came away with a smear of red. My eyes burned and I had to squeeze them shut against the tears threatening to fall. My knees began to shake and I had to brace myself on the sink to keep from collapsing.
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