Payback's a Witch (The Witches of Thistle Grove #1)

by Lana Harper

And I had always been the kind of ambitious that demanded the culmination of becoming Someone.

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She’d been exactly like this since I could remember her: unapologetically foulmouthed, joyfully extroverted, and driven entirely by the beat of her own drum.

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“Who says there’ll be a next time?” “Your cheeks do, Harlow.” She slid her fingers down the shorter side of my bob before tucking it behind my ear. “And so do I.”

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The skies above the Honeycake Orchards had gone the colors of bruised fruit; tiers of peach and apricot and indigo seamed with lines of molten gold, streaks from the slipping sun as it ducked behind Hallows Hill.

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“You know what Yoda said about trying,” she said, muffled. “It’s for fucking losers.”

“Oh, honey, you were always someone,”

“See, that’s just not fair,” I complained. “No one person needs baking and painting and whistling, not to mention necromancy. Really gilding the lily over there.”

“Darling Natalia, you know I run short of patience by temperament,” she said, a brittle edge to her tone. “Speak your piece, before I lose the precious little that I have.”

I suppressed the reflexive urge to leap in defense of my chosen life, and took a minute to genuinely consider the question instead.

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