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Witch Fury by Anya Bast

Witch Fury by Anya Bast

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ONESARAFINA MIGHT'VE BEEN NAMED FOR THE ANGELS, but she'dalways known one day she'd end up in hell. Her mother had told her that ahundred times while she'd been growing up. She just never figured it wouldbe while she was still breathing. But here she was--broke, dumped, andgrief-stricken. It couldn't get any worse. Her fingers white and shaking, shereleased the yellow rose she held and let it fall onto Rosemary's casket. Itcame to rest on the polished poplar top, followed by many more rosesreleased by those around her. Yellow roses had been Rosemary's favorite.They match your hair, buttercup . That's what Rosemary had always said,holding one of the flowers up to Sarafina's nose. Sarafina had scrapedtogether every last cent for that shiny coffin. She hadn't been able to affordit. The funeral had almost beggared her. However, her foster mother haddeserved the best. And since Rosemary had never had what she deservedin life, Sarafina had made sure she'd had it in death. The only problem wasthat now Sarafina had ninety-five dollars left in her bank account and renthad been due last week. She'd make it through, though, she always did.She couldn't cry. It was like all the tears were caught up inside her,stoppered tight. It would be good if she could. It would relieve this awfulpressure in her chest. Sometimes crying was like bleeding, it helpedcleanse a wound. That's what Rosemary had always said. "Bye,Rosemary, " she whispered. Reverend Evans droned on, but Sarafinahardly heard him. She barely noticed the others around her, either, all ofRosemary's friends who'd come to say their farewells. They clasped herhands after the funeral was over, squeezed her shoulder, and offeredcondolences. Her foster mother had had lots of friends. If Sarafina had stilllived here in Bowling Green, she knew she'd have half a million sympathycasseroles on her doorstep by now. As it was, she was headed back toChicago right after the funeral. Back home. She couldn't wait. Still in adaze, she turned away from the grave and came face-to-face with Nick. Hisdark brown eyes regarded her solemnly from the handsome face she'dknown for years. "You're not fit to drive seven hours today, Sarafina. Staythe night and head out in the morning. You can crash at my place. " A

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