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  1. THE SCARLET WITCH
  2. CONTENTS
  3. Cover
  4. Window art
  5. Window Art
  6. CHAPTER ONE
  7. Everina
  8. CHAPTER TWO
  9. CHAPTER THREE
  10. CHAPTER FOUR
  11. CHAPTER FIVE
  12. CHAPTER SIX
  13. CHAPTER SEVEN
  14. CHAPTER EIGHT
  15. Everina Dream Skadior
  16. CHAPTER NINE
  17. CHAPTER TEN
  18. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  19. CHAPTER TWELVE
  20. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  21. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  22. Everina Dream Mien
  23. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  24. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  25. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  26. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  27. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  35. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  36. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  37. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  44. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  45. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  46. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  47. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  48. CHAPTER FORTY
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  54. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  55. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  56. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  57. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  58. CHAPTER FIFTY
  59. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  60. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  61. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
  62. CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
  63. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
  64. CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
  65. CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
  66. CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
  67. CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
  68. CHAPTER SIXTY
  69. Everina
  70. Everina Dream Skadior
  71. Everina Dream Mien
  72. Everest
  73. Frankie
  74. Cover
  75. Dedication
  76. THE COVEN
  77. THE COVEN READING ORDER
  78. ALSO BY CHANDELLE LAVAUN
  79. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  80. Copyright

BABY. THE BABY?! I’M PREGNANT. HOW? I sat up straight and sank back onto my heels to look down at the pregnant belly sticking out like I was nine months along. But that wasn’t possible. I’d seen doctors when I went home for Christmas break. Mom had insisted on it, especially the lady doctor. She wanted to make sure I was safe, clean, and on the pill. I had very definitely not been pregnant when I left to return to school in January. I stared down at my belly in shock and a little bit of horror. It was only March. This wasn’t possible. But as the baby kicked a few more times and its pulse quickened, I pressed my hands right to where it was pushing into me . . . and felt its hands.

I could feel the baby’s hands pressing into my stomach. I felt ten little fingers. Tears rained down my face as I held my stomach, my own body the only barrier between me and the baby. This baby was very, very real.

"I’m here, Little Bird,” I whispered to it. “I’m here.”

Yeah, but where the fuck is HERE? And how? I racked my brain, searching through my memories like I was mining for gemstones. I didn’t have a boyfriend, and I didn’t sleep around. I was a nerdy introvert who got in trouble for falling asleep inside the library past closing time. Then I found it, the one memory that was at the root of this all.

Azazel.

I remembered meeting him now. I remembered the power in his smile and in his voice as he flirted with me over my books on herbs and plants. I remembered my overwhelming need to touch him and be touched. I remembered what we did right there on that table in the dark, quiet corner of the library. With my hands touching my belly still, I realized I knew exactly who Little Bird’s father was . . . it was Azazel.

And I doubted he was any kind of doctor at all. Morgan and Liam looked to be my age or not much older. God, they must have drugged me. What are they even doing to them—OH GOD. OH MY GOD. My stomach rolled again but I had nothing left to vomit. This house wasn’t a clinic, it was a breeding pool. There had to be thirty—or more—pregnant women in there. They all believed themselves to be orphans and homeless in need of shelter and help with their babies.

Azazel’s babies.