Chapter 15

Annabelle stood amongst the headstones. She tossed her long hair over her shoulders as she stared at the crypt hidden in the back of the cemetery. Her sister had been there a year ago. She could feel the magic that still claimed the air. The terrible part was that she could sense that Zure had met her end there and was lying in a pile of ash far below. She frowned. Of all her friends, Zure had been her closest.

The two of them had shared a bond; love, innocence, and goals. So many goals.

But now that Zure was gone, she realized there was only hatred and anger for the man who had caused her death. The man who was about to breathe his last soon.

Anger roiled through the witch, and she kicked the shin of a morose-looking concrete angel that knelt nearby. The entire leg of the monument shattered, leaving her in somewhat better spirits.