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Charissa Weaks

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    But the Witch Collector will not come for me. Of this, I’m certain. I, Raina Bloodgood, have lived in this village for twenty-four years, and for twenty-four years he has passed me by.

    His mistake.
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    Lately, her memory is everywhere.
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    Finn has been my first everything. My first friend. My first fight. My first kiss. My first lover. My first heartbreak.
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    “Like the wind, Mannus. Let’s find Raina Bloodgood.”
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    “I love you, Raina,” Finn says out of nowhere.

    My thudding heart all but stops. I snap my head around, searching his boyishly handsome face. Why is he saying this to me now?

    The second that thought hits me, I realize that I know why.

    “I felt you needed to hear that before doing something rash,” he says. He takes my hand and presses a tender kiss to my fingertips. “I love you, Raina Bloodgood. Forever.”
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    Ophelia Bloodgood did the impossible. She hid her family’s power.
  • b7919436145har citeratför 10 månader sedan
    Ophelia Bloodgood did the impossible. She hid her family’s power.
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    For a heartbeat, I’m certain Raina Bloodgood might help me. It’s a false hope, because a moment later, she rises and turns to leave.

    She’s not only a Seer. She’s a Resurrectionist.

    And she’s going to let me die.
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    My breasts fall, and my lungs and ribs expand on a blissful inhale. At my back, however, he leans close. When he speaks, his warm breath grazes the curve of my neck, and it’s all I can do not to shiver.

    “My name is Alexus. Alexus Thibault. Not Witch Collector.” He comes to face me and says it again, this time with his hands.
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    I hand the Witch—no, Alexus—his cloak, which he accepts, but he whips the garment around my shoulders instead of his own.

    “It suits you.
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