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Sisters in Witchery
Every witch has got one.
“Don’t tell me. That bastard Derek finally broke your heart, didn’t he?”
Alanna would have rolled her eyes if she didn’t give her sister Aislinn a little slack because they had already shared a few glasses from the bottle of wine she brought with her. “No,” she said. “I already told you. We were totally casual. I couldn’t care less where his heart lay.”
“Mmm.” Aislinn took another gulp of wine. “You were too good for him anyway. What did he do for a living? Coding or something? You don’t need a jackass like that. You’d be better off getting some eldritch deity to give you a good time. Do you need a number for one? I met this one guy at a conference — ”
Alanna raised her hand to stop her sister’s babble before it went too far. “No, thank you. I don’t need some wraith to come crying to me with all his existential problems. I get enough of that from my clients.”
“And how is that going? You getting tired of the freelance life?”
Here we go. Alanna wanted to grit her teeth together, but she managed to refrain by taking a sip from her glass. “I’m not going back to the coven, Ash,” Alanna said. “I know I’d get benefits and everything, but I want to control my own fate.”
