After our date and another long session with my therapist, I knew I was just making excuses for not reconnecting with my magic. When Carson and I kissed, and I felt that surge of power, I knew what had to be done. If I didn’t find my balance, all sorts of things could go awry. I had seen it before when my old Coven took in a witch who had suffered significant trauma. Her magic was so unbalanced it threatened to expose all of us, and almost killed her. Her magic had to be bound and she became a shell of a woman. While I was still at odds with some of my past, I didn’t want that to happen. Before … my ex, I loved practicing magic. Over the last couple of weeks, I felt my magic stirring. It was like a swirling currant of energy inside of me. Fortunately, Carson gave me the jump start I needed
