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I reached up and clasped some of my hair in one hand. “My hair? But it has no powers-”
“Don’t pretend to know my business, girl,” the witch snapped at me. “A head of hair from one so innocent and in love as you are is as powerful a magic as any in the world, for innocence and love are a rare combination these days.”
“How much would you take?” I asked her.
The witch stepped up to me and took a hold of some of my long hair. Her terrible smell wafted over to me and I tried not to lean away from her.
“I will be kind this night and ask for a lock, and your promise that you will not tell your mate that I have taken a part of you as p*****t,” she bartered.
“And then you will give me the spell?” I wondered.
“Aye, and tell you how to use it,” she added. She grinned and cackled. “Many
