Victoria looked utterly shocked, her jaw dropping open. I spared a glance at the witches who provided her with the spells, and they looked shaken.

“Be honest, BJ. It’s a death spell, isn’t it?” I asked. “I plant death spells in my backyard.”

She turned to flee, spooked, but I grabbed her hair and yanked her back.

“Where do you think you’re going, Victoria?” I asked. “Don’t leave me. I get lonely here.”

She swung her claws at me just as I lashed out to grab her ...