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
Actually, there was a chance that being here could get Everest in trouble. That thought actually made me stop short, still hidden between the trees. If I turned around now, he’d be safe. I didn’t want to put his safety at risk. If I got there and found he’d told me the truth, there was a chance Lilith would see it, too, and then she’d know he’d deceived her. Then again, he did all kinds of things Lilith would be furious about if she knew and she clearly didn’t, which meant she couldn’t see what he was doing. That meant she couldn’t see what I was doing either, especially after he’d taught me how to block her out.
Truth was . . . I had to see it with my own eyes. The guilt was eating me alive. It was this constant nagging, like nails tapping on glass. I needed to know the truth, then I would walk away and never endanger them again.
With a deep breath, I pushed my shoulders back and held my head high, then stepped out from behind the trees. The safe house Jackson had brought me to looked exactly as I remembered it. From the outside it would appear as nothing more spectacular than a wooden cabin in the woods, but I knew better. I knew the inside would smell like Dora’s cooking. I knew it was cozy inside no matter the temperature outside. I knew every person who’d been living there with me. I saw their faces in my sleep every night.
They haunted me.
Please be alive.
Please be alive.
Please be alive.
My stomach was a tight knot of nerves and panic. I licked my lips and tasted the sweat on my upper lip. The Florida heat and humidity were just getting cooking, yet even now I felt the sheen of sweat on every inch of my skin. God, I miss it here. I missed a lot of things about Florida. About home. About MY life before all . . . this.
Focus, Sam. You need to get the hell out of here.
I shook myself, forcing all those emo vibes to the back burner. There was no crying in baseball, and this was the World Series. I’d cry once we defeated Grandmother for good. I forced myself to hurry over to the window that was cast in shadow from the massive oak tree beside me and peeked inside the window.
My breath left me in such a heavy rush I actually swayed on my feet.