Nora Connolly

Thirty-seven:

Nora Connolly

“Try it again.” Nora glared up at Glinda. She had no idea where they were, but it was somewhere with a pond. Glinda had taken her there with Winter, who was watching as Nora trained her.

“You are asking me to make a wave,” said Nora, “with a pond.”

“There are five-year-old witches that can do this,” said Glinda, “it’s not that difficult. You come from a long line of powerful witches. And if you intend on keeping The Night Coven in power against those werewolves, you need to make sure that you are able to access those powers. It isn’t just them that will be coming after you. Merrick has a lot of enemies in high places.”

Nora crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m not going to be Merrick’s. I want nothing to do with him. Roman was the one that found me. Romans been doing everything he could to keep me safe.”

“Are you sure about that?” Glinda asked.

“What do you mean, am I sure about that?