Why did it all have to come crashing down? And it did, just when I thought I could really have everything I never even knew I wanted.
I'm getting ahead of myself.
Thaddea first met Orin the night we arrived from London. Tall, lanky, but likely to fill out like her own father, Archie, Orin Kinsey was visiting from a small coven, the Lancasters, from the next county. And the moment he laid eyes on my Thad, I knew he was trouble.
Still, Thad hadn't succumbed to any of the handsome lads in London, so I had no reason to believe my young witch would be any different. As a matter of fact, she'd scorned any and all advances from noblemen and witches alike. So when the slightly flustered young man approached us after the welcome home meal was complete, I sat back and waited for Thad to grind him
