| Alex must’ve been desperate if she came to me for help.
I could protect her from bullets and knives and the wild mountains themselves, but not the dark Appalachian magic I barely believed in.
The only way to save the woman I loved was to head home and end the hundred-year blood feud between her family and mine. I’d kill every last Lewis and bury every last witch in the coal-dusted soil of West Virginia, even if that meant facing them all again in hell.
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