Book Nineteen: Coven Leader

So weird, this image of me reflected back from the mirror. I'd wanted cream or even a color, but Mom and Shenka-and all the other women in my life who thought they had a say-insisted on white.

I wasn't an angel. But as I stood there, looking at myself in my wedding dress, I smiled.

And felt like one.

Slow breathing did wonders for the wild pounding of my heart as Mom lifted the lace veil and pinned it to the back of my piled ...