Chapters (80)
- THE SCARLET WITCH
- CONTENTS
- Cover
- Window art
- Window Art
- CHAPTER ONE
- Everina
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- Everina Dream Skadior
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- Everina Dream Mien
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SIXTY
- Everina
- Everina Dream Skadior
- Everina Dream Mien
- Everest
- Frankie
- Cover
- Dedication
- THE COVEN
- THE COVEN READING ORDER
- ALSO BY CHANDELLE LAVAUN
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- Copyright
Someone had put the television on in my room. One of the national news channels was on and the reporters were discussing the string of tornadic activity and how bizarre it was. They kept showing the damage left behind and it made my stomach turn. Because tornadoes had not done that damage. It was us. I didn’t want to hear this.
I was back in darkness.
I cursed and kicked my legs, slicing through the haze in my brain. The TV was still on, but instead of the damage they were now focusing on all the missing persons from the storms. They showed pictures of faces and names. I recognized them. But how? Why do I know those faces? Why does that name sound familiar?
My brain was blurry inside.
Darkness swallowed me. “NO!” I screamed and dove forward only to land on all fours on my bedroom floor. My heart was pounding in my veins. My arms and legs trembled. The runes on my bracelets kept flashing pink from within but nothing else happened. Oh Goddess, what’s happening to me? What is this? It’s the Unseelies. It has to be. What did they do to me? Why? What good is me falling asleep on them?
I groaned and tugged on my hair.
A shadow in the corner behind the TV grew thicker and darker. It swirled within, then seemed to move. A normal person would’ve been terrified. They would’ve cried out for help or at least tried to fight the monster off. But for me, the fear vanished. Relief washed through me like a tidal wave. The figure stepped out of the shadows, yet it was cast in darkness still. I rocked back onto my heels and craned my neck back. Then I threw my arms out toward him and let the tears I’d been holding fall.
Everest emerged from the dark.
He didn’t speak. His face showed no reaction. He just rushed over and scooped me up into the cradle of his arms. I took a deep breath to try and get a whiff of his cinnamon scent, yet all I could smell was fire and burnt flesh. Everest laid me on my bed, then, to my surprise, slid in behind me. With careful, warm hands, he spun me around so he could hold me tight against his chest with my face over his heart.