The Coven (Coven of Bones #1)

by Harper L. Woods

Only for her would I cross lines I never had before, unable to stop myself from acting on the impulses that were new to me despite my centuries of life.

I felt the touch down to my toes, as if she could breathe life into me, when the one who’d formed this body had been in charge of the dead.

If Charlotte Hecate was death itself, Willow Madizza felt like life.

“I’ll always come for you, Witchling,”

“I. Would. Care.”