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at her brother and whispered, “I don’t like to talk about how I lost my power. It’s not something I’m happy about. Practicing Wicca has helped me, yes, but I’m also pissed off that I even need it. I want the powers I used to have.”
    Her eyes watered. To change the subject, I asked, “So what kind of stuff could you do?”
    She shrugged. “Little things. Big things. It depended on what I needed.”
    A flower from a vase on the coffee table twitched. Or at least, I thought it did. I peered at it more closely. It moved…upward. Jennie caught me staring at it and she smiled. A white lily lifted from the vase and floated through the air to Jennie’s outstretched hand. She smiled down at it. “Stuff like that.”
    My heart beat like mad in my chest. “Did you…?”
    She shook her head, so I searched for the only other magickal being in the room. Travis’s smile didn’t have the same pompous air it had from the diner. His eyes met mine, he shrugged, and then wiggled his fingers at me.
    “That’s pretty cool,” I admitted, awe-struck.
    And there was the cocky smile back. “You haven’t seen anything yet, babe. I’m just getting warmed up.”
    I rolled my eyes, and he laughed. Jennie reached over and dropped the flower back into the vase. “I’d like to tell you he’s exaggerating, but he’s not. My brother’s a damn good witch.”
    “Speaking of being a damn good witch, how are your powers holding up, little sis? Do you need me to charm you a protection, or…?”
    Her words came out clipped. “I can handle myself.”
    Travis walked around the side of the couch with his hands in the air. “Again, not saying you can’t. What about your friend here?”
    Jennie frowned as she looked me up and down. “She could use protection.”
    “Do you mean like salt?” I asked, remembering how the canisters of salt Jennie and I bought at the country store the day Aunt Rose died stopped Mother Shipton for a brief period.
    “Kind of like that,” Jennie said. “There are more things, too.”
    “So, what you’re telling me is, she knows nothing?”
    “Hey…I know things. I just talked about the salt, didn’t I?”
    He shook his head. “She knows nothing.”
    Jennie laughed. “I couldn’t tell her about us and you freaking know it. Dad would’ve flipped. It’s bad enough she already knows some stuff because her aunt ended up turning out to be a…”
    “Witch bitch,” they both said together.
    “You think I need to learn a spell or something? Turn Wiccan?”
    I’d never been that into organized religion, and Wicca seemed like an odd choice to start with. Even with training, I doubted I could do something as cool as Travis did with that flower. I wasn’t anything special.
    “It wouldn’t hurt for you to learn a few spells,” Jennie said, eyeing her brother.
    “So you’re telling me you can actually teach me how to do magick?” I asked. It seemed beyond the realm of probability. Naturals made more sense. Inherited powers, kind of like superheroes, was something I could get behind. But taking someone like me, who’d never been able to do anything magickal in her life, and teach her to manipulate objects or perform spells, didn’t seem likely.
    “Of course,” Travis said, his face the complete opposite of my disbelieving tone. “You heard Jennie when she told you about Wicca, right?”
    “I understand that. But I don’t have any special powers whatsoever. It works for people like that? For anyone?”
    “For anyone.” His lips curved up. “It’s the most well-guarded secret in the universe. Even you, who I can tell is about as magickal as that plant sitting on the table can do things. Little things like protecting yourself at a very basic level anyway.”
    I struggled against the urge to roll my eyes. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
    Jennie shook her head. “Don’t mind him. His head’s been that big since he was little. Sarah, you can learn to defend yourself, and with