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I laugh. “Sure,” I say. “How’s the shop doing, anyway?”
“Great. My parents are teaching me more and more. They expect me to be running it by next year. I have a ton of ideas for how to build our business and create more opportunities.”
“If you create a wedding tea, I’m going to revolt.”
“I willobviouslybe creating a wedding tea, and it will have a ridiculous name like With This Tea, Tandon Weds.”
I choke on a piece of popcorn. “The name needs work.”
“I’ve got time.”
“Seriously, though, I’m happy for you. The shop will thrive under your management.”
“I know,” Ivy says with a smile. It isn’t arrogance—she knows her strengths and isn’t willing to downplay them for the sake of appearances.
It’s one of the things I love most about her.
“I’ve been thinking,” Ivy says, rolling onto her side to face me. Her tone shifts, more serious now. “How you met Wolfe doesn’t make sense.”
A knot forms in my stomach, and my palms begin to sweat. “Do we have to talk about him?”
“No, not for long. I’m just curious how it happened. The mainlanders keep a tally of the visitors who come here each day to ensure everyone returns in the evening. They would have known someone missed the boat and alerted your mom.”
The knot gets tighter. Ivy is my best friend, and I want to share this with her. And maybe sharing something with Ivy willease the worry in my mind demanding that I talk to my mother. Maybe it will help me move on.
I take a breath, deciding I don’t owe it to Wolfe to keep his secrets. At least not from Ivy. “I wasn’t totally honest with you. I didn’t want to scare you, and I was caught off guard by the whole thing.” I look at her, but her expression gives nothing away. “He’s a witch,” I say carefully.
“What family is he from? I’ve never heard that name before.”
I war with myself, knowing that telling this secret could change everything. Our coven believes the old witches are gone, that dark magic is obsolete. I don’t know what would happen if people knew the truth. But I also don’t want to carry this alone.
“You have to swear you won’t say anything,” I finally say.
Ivy sits up. “Why?”
“Swear it.”
“I swear,” she says, her voice uneasy.
I sit up, too, so we’re on the same level. “He’s a witch from the old coven.”
Ivy laughs, exhaling loudly. “You had me worried for a second,” she says, lying back down on the bed.
I grab her arm and gently pull her up again. I look her in the eye. “I’m serious, Ivy. The old coven still exists. It’s small, but it exists. Wolfe is one of them.”
The smile falls from Ivy’s lips, and her skin turns ashen. “It’s not possible.”
“That’s what I thought, too, but he proved it.”
“How?”
I pause and look down. I can never unsay what I’m about to tell her. “He proved it with magic.”
Her mouth drops open and she shakes her head, back and forth and back and forth. “But that means…”
I nod.
“Dark magic?” she says, her voice trembling.
