“I’m not Satan’s convert. Witchcraft’s my birthright.”
“And this?” Nate grabbed the book. “Just a little murder swag?”
“For him. That’s my mother’s.”
“Did you kill him for it?”
“No.” Truth
“But he is dead.”
“A mishap…” Truth
He pressed on my wound. “Looks intentional.”
I hissed. “She taught me the sigil to protect myself from him. I didn’t know.”
“There are no male witches, so how can you be one?”
“I don’t know.” Lie
“Damned shame.”
I should have realized what would happen. When I recovered from the blow to my head, Nate was gone. So was the book.
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