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returning to that slow motion
that ebbed with the minuscule vibrations of the earth.
    This
is why she loved being a witch. She didn’t dance naked in the moonlight—though
she remembered that Matt has always wanted her to try it. She didn’t paint her
face green and cackle at passing schoolchildren—even though it was tempting.
No, she was a witch in the true sense of the word. She belonged to Mother Nature,
and she could feel the connection to her surroundings sprouting like youngling seeds
waiting for the sun.
    She
stretched her arms above her head, her palms cupped, bringing the energy to
her. It wrapped itself around her arms, trailing down her body like tendrils of
light. She hummed as the intensity of the light soaked into her skin and
dissolved.
    Yes,
this was why she loved being a witch.
    Peace.
    She
lowered her arms, took a deep breath, and opened her eyes. God, that felt
better. She rolled her shoulders and stood in one fluid motion. She’d needed
that. The tension in the past month had depleted her resources. Though some
people opened their arms to her, some people in town had welcomed her with cool
smiles while others openly turned their backs on her. Though she shouldn’t have
expected anything else. These were the same people who had ridiculed her as a
small child and had sided with the enemy…
    She
shook her head. It wasn’t time to think about that. In fact, it was never time to think about that.
    It
wasn’t all that bad. She had the Coopers, though she really only saw Tyler,
Justin, and Matt. Bray was always busy in the mechanic shop, which he owned,
since it was the only one around for five counties and also serviced the
ranching and farming equipment. And Jackson… Well, Jackson was Jackson, distant,
cool, and a little—no, a lot—intimidating. But he’d held her close when she’d
seen him on the street and whispered welcome back before he’d walked away as if
it hadn’t happened. He’d been the big brother she’d always wished she’d had.
    Oh,
and there was Abigail, a new friend that she’d clung to. She’d babysat the
woman in high school and now she was a stunning, if not alarmingly shy,
twenty-two-year-old school teacher. Jordan had always liked her, though they
were too different in age when they were younger to really hang out. Now, that
seven-year age gap wasn’t so much of a problem, and Abby seemed to have adopted
her.
    Jordan
laughed to herself as she walked to her makeshift office. The little, curvy
woman was a force to be reckoned with, though no one realized it behind her
quiet demeanor. Well, quiet to everyone else. As soon as Abby lost her shield,
she was a little chatterbox, and Jordan loved her to death.
    Jordan
sank into her grandmother’s leather chair, which had survived the vandalism,
and unlocked the bottom desk drawer with a key that had been around her neck
since she could remember. She lifted the ancient book from its hiding place and
set it carefully on the desk before returning the key to her necklace. Each
family member wore a similar necklace, though now she was the last Cross. No
matter how many keys though, there was just one book.
    Her
magic book.
    Magic
floated off the cover in an array of colored swirls and sparkles. She knew no
one else could see the colors unless they were magically inclined, though she
didn’t quite know what else was out there. For all she knew, she was the only
true witch out there. Except for the occasional ghost, she’d never seen
anything else. That didn’t mean they didn’t exist though. Jordan always hoped
they did. It would be nice to not be so alone.
    She
shook her head at her melancholy thoughts. This was not the time for that. Her
family’s magic book, seeping with generations of knowledge and power, sat
before her. She should be happy for freak’s sake.
    Every
night, after Matt, and sometimes Justin and Tyler, left for the day, she’d tidy
up and come to the office to read the texts. She’d left the book here