Trinity of Power
Unfortunately, one of her witches tries to catch her, so she gets a softer landing than she deserves.
Like I said, I almost smile. But then I see Charlie’s body on the stairs. My entire soul wants to run to her. One of my best friends, someone who has been there my whole life, is lying like a rag doll on the ground. Her vibrant, almost uncontainable energy is gone. The sparkle in her eyes is dead. Her clothes are burnt and charred around her chest, and I can’t look any closer to see the damage Morgana caused. I know that I’ll see her again when we visit Xander, but that doesn’t make it easier to know she won’t be here for her children’s lives. For her mates. For all the everyday, mundane thi
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