The Rose Witch (The Coven)

Description

His magic lurks in the shadows.

I feel his eyes on my back with every step I take. He’s following me. There’s nowhere to hide. He moves in shadows. He tracks me like a predator with glowing eyes. I know he’ll catch me, but why do I want him to?

Things are happening to me that I can’t control or explain, that only I can see. Magic pours from me like a scarlet river and this locket around my neck pulses with dark, electric energy. I think it’s what he wants . . . but he isn’t the only thing on the hunt for it. Demons hide around every corner. They attack mercilessly and relentlessly—the only thing they seem to be afraid of is him.

That should be a warning, except there’s something inside me that begs to be near him. I feel it like a magnet, drawing me closer and I’m running out of reasons to fight it.

He is the Prince of Hell . . . and he’s either my savior or my damnation.