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The woman stopped and turned, abruptly. Gone was her nice, sweet smile. Instead, she was glaring at him harshly. Her eyes narrowed.
“Too late,” she snapped. “You’re coming with me.”
“No!”
Felix opened his mouth.
He remembered what his mother said about dealing with bad guys or kidnappers. If someone tried to take you, you were supposed to scream.
That’s what he would do.
He would open his mouth and let out the biggest, baddest scream he’d ever thought of making. He could be loud. He’d had plenty of practice.
When he did that, this lady would stop. She’d have to stop. She’d let him go, and everything would be okay. As soon as she let go of him, he could go back to his mother and father, and Felix would never wander away again.
Only, as soon as he opened his mouth, the woman seemed to realize what he was doing.
“Not so fast, dragon,” she said.
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bsp; He wondered how she knew that he was a shifter. How did she know what kind of shifter he was? He’d never told her. He hadn’t told anyone. He hadn’t even come into his powers yet.
Still, she definitely seemed to know.
Before he could scream, the woman pulled something out of her pocket and waved it. She muttered a word, and instantly, Felix’s mouth clamped shut. He started to panic. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. He opened his eyes wider and tried to open his mouth, but nothing happened.
That was when he saw the item.
A wand.
She had a magic wand.
How?
Magic wands weren’t real.
Witches weren’t real.
Were they?
“Not another word, Felix,” the witch said, glowering at him. “Not another word.”
She didn’t seem so nice anymore.
She seemed mean and evil and scary, and Felix wondered what was going to happen to him next. This woman wasn’t about to let him go, and he realized that there probably wasn’t any cake, anyway.
She’d tricked him.
She grabbed his hand again and yanked, pulling him again down the hallway, and Felix looked back one last time, wondering if he would ever see his mother again.
Chapter 1
35 years later
“Another drink?”
“Sorry, sweetheart. Five drinks is my limit,” the man with the mustache and the greying beard chuckled as Tabitha offered to order another round.
