What are we doing? I’m eighteen. Cadoc’s nineteen. I’m a witch’s apprentice with no magic at all. He has the strength, audacity, and presence of a born alpha, but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know how to butcher a live kill, and I’m not a hundred percent sure he’s ever caught his dinner, either. Except those fish on his phone. And what did he do with them? He took pictures. He needs me. We’re doing this, no turning around now, so I’m going to have to teach him the million things he doesn’t know.
