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A crash came from upstairs.
“High Coven!” a voice called.
The witchcops were here.
Chapter 6
RILEY
Inside the blueness, I was ten again. My daddy crouched before me, handing me a ring box.
“Present for you, son.”
Blue. Blue. Blue. My daddy’s hair was black, brushing his shoulders, always curling at the ends. Not blue.
Everything is so blue, including me.
The current me battled with this childhood memory, caught in the middle and confused as hell.
Nothing new there!
“For me, Daddy?” I answered.
“Take it.”
I did, opening the black box to find a white-gold band, a single diamond sitting within a hexagonal nest.
“It’s so pretty!” I cried.
“And special. Really, really special.”
“Daniel?” I heard Mum’s angry voice call from upstairs.
Why was she angry?
Dad glanced over his shoulder at the stairs, then returned his attention back to me. “This isn’t just a present, son. This is a special treasure.”
I remembered him telling me.
“I love it,” I answered, plucking it from the velvet cushioning, holding it up to the light. “So sparkly.”
“Look after it,” he said, ruffling my hair. “You’re its protector.”
Wait. I’d forgotten that part. But, yeah, he’d said it.
Protector…My dad must have known about my true heritage as a sacred witch.
“I promise, Daddy. I promise.” I slipped the ring into the front pocket of my dungarees. “With everything I have.”
He pulled me into a hug, kissing my cheek. “I love you so much.”
“Daniel!” Mummy screamed. “You bastard! You bastard!”
Stomping, stomping, stomping.
“You’d better stay out of sight,” Daddy said.
