Quaid

From the moment I could understand, I knew she was my destiny. Her name spoken to me over and over again, a litany of control, command and ownership.

"Sydlynn Hayle," my mother said. "You will marry her one day and become our path to the Hayle coven."

I'd been promised to her as a baby, this mysterious girl my age from a coven I'd never met.

My future wife, written in power when we were too small to agree. As a young child, I often ...