The Witch's Heart

by Genevieve Gornichec

own. This power is yours, Mother Witch. It has always been yours. You need only reach out and take it.

“My place,” he said, leaning in close and moving his hands to her waist, “is with you. And if your place is here, then so is mine. You won’t be rid of me so easily.”

If hope is for fools, then so be it. I am my mother’s daughter, after all.

“Dead, aye, but not gone,” Hel replied. “Nothing ever dies. Not truly.”