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
“I think not.” His voice was smooth like whiskey on ice, like danger.
CHAPTER FIVE
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“Morgan, I don’t feel so well.”
She turned to face me with soft, kind blue eyes. “I know, sweetheart. But Azazel is here to make that go away. When this baptism is over, you’ll feel so much better. I promise.” Then she winked and walked away.
I frowned and pressed my hands to my belly, needing to feel the baby’s steady pulse to soothe my own racing heart. I wasn’t so sure about this baptism or why it would help, but I couldn’t put words to the feeling. My mind was fuzzy and slow. The house was just so damn warm. It was like I was suffocating in here. Little beads of sweat dripped down my spine and the back of my neck. I’d tied my hair up but there was barely any relief in the effort. When I glanced around, my confusion only thickened as none of the other women were sweating at all. They all still held their pregnancy glow with shiny skin and sparkly eyes. They held their bellies like they were the ones soothing the baby instead of the other way around.
My baby was always soothing me. Whenever my anxiety kicked up too high or I felt strange, my little one calmed me. It should have been the other way around. It was my job as mother to take care of my baby. And as a sheen of sweat covered my arms, I realized that for the first time, the baby’s pulse was not calm and steady, it was pounding. My baby was in distress. I needed fresh air but none of the windows would open. The glass had condensation bubbles running down it just like sweat. Even the house thought it was too hot in here.
The baby kicked my side.
I winced and pressed my hand to that spot. Okay, Little Bird, let’s get some air. I waddled to the door on the side of the house, the one hidden beneath the stairs. No one else used this door, though I had no idea why. Then again, the other women didn’t venture outside of the clinic like I did. I needed fresh air and nature. The other mommies-to-be were happy on the couches in the air-conditioning with their feet propped up. I didn’t judge them. We were all here because we needed help. This clinic was a Godsend. All of us women were pregnant and homeless here, with no family to turn to for help. It was a relief to see just how many women were out there just like me. This clinic and the women here became my family. Here, I didn’t feel so alone. Here, my baby would be safe.