Witchcraft

Witchcraft

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Disclaimer- I am not French, so I'm sorry if I get anything wrong. Tell me and I'll change it. Xena Woods has had a troubling life, between her Aunt and Uncles fighting, her being a powerful witch, and a huge bounty on her head, she feels as though the whole world is against her. Until a bounty hunter decides to make her life a little more difficult. "It was her. The girl who's been in my nightmares for so long. So many questions buzzed through my head as I stared at her fiery red hair, clearly dyed. She caught me staring, it threw me off guard but I didn't break away from her light green eyes. She smiled then she winked at me. She winked at me. My whole world started spinning. I wonder if she knows who I am? Who is she? Does she know I know? So many damn questions that I don't know the answer to, but am going to find out."
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I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as he stared across the table at me. I could seriously drown in his eyes. He was intoxicatingly attractive and he had to know it. That's why he was acting strange around me. For some reason, he looked at me as if I was the only one there with him. As if nobody else were here. And his voice... it pained me. It actually pained me with how utterly seductive and husky it always sounded. And the way he smelled all the time. I don't know why he smelled so strong, but I didn't mind. He smelled like evergreens and a hint of mint. It sounds like a bad combo, but it dizzied me with how lost I got in it. The thought of not being able to control myself, my thoughts and feelings and body when I'm around him, infuriated me. I was so good at holding myself together now, and he just unraveled me so easily, leaving me a mess. I wasn't the slightest bit afraid of him, and I had no idea why either. Just being in the same room, I felt like I didn't have to look over my shoulder. I didn't have to worry. I didn't even know who he was, and he still drew me in. "So, you were in California before? Why did you move?" Grace Hatfield asked, looking at him. She is our school's college and career advisor. She took me in and adopted me a couple years ago. She even gave me her last name. A saving grace. Why had she invited him here? Why did he come? He turned to her with a smile and a shrug. "Guess I just hadn't found what I was looking for yet." Something about the way he said it, sent a shiver down my spine. Why did I feel like there was so much more meaning behind his words than he was letting on? "Well, I hope you find what you're looking for." Grace said, and he turned to me with a devilish smirk and a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Something tells me that I will."

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