Without asking, he moved behind her and brushed her hair over her shoulder. Drawing the necklace around her neck, he fastened the clasp. The amber felt cool against her sweltering skin. Lifting it, she rotated...

In part. She sat down and pulled her necklace out of her shirt. “I read about it in my mother’s journal. The Witches believe we are all parts of a whole. Like the phases of...

I can only control my actions, not their reactions,” Senna replied. “But I have to live with both.