Jenna POV
“I can’t! I could barely make that freaking potion, and you two broke the steps down to where a child could understand them. I’m just a regular girl, why can’t you get that through your head?!” I jumped to my feet and screamed. I didn’t mean to get loud, and I knew that as soon as I’d cooled off, I would apologize, but no one was listening to me. I may have had Wiccan blood, but I didn’t want to be a witch. I didn’t want to practice spells or make potions for the rest of my life; I just wanted to be me.
“Do you know any other witches who may be able to help us? Someone from one of your old covens, maybe?” Gio asked.
“We cut ties with our covens twenty-two years ago when Jenna was born and haven’t seen or spoken to any of them since. I know that this isn’t what you wa
