Freedom from Spells

Heather’s POV

Janice glanced at the empty seat beside her—a silent command to sit. My heart pounded, and every instinct screamed for me to run. But I sat.

“Relax,” she murmured, sipping her coffee, her eyes never leaving mine. “I’m not your enemy.”

I scoffed. “Hard to believe.”

She sighed, a fli...

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