Wickedly Yours (Witches of Pleasant Grove, #2)

by Jennifer Chipman

Secretly, I thrived in the night. I always felt like I had my best ideas when the moon was still high in the sky.

tried not to think about my dream from last night. The one that always started the same way. A flash of dark hair. Golden eyes. Mighty wings that unfurled in front of me. A palace that I was sure I’d never seen before.