Surrender to My King

Elowen

I stared at Arabella, my jaw hanging open in shock.

Evelyn. My sarcastic, chaotic, troublemaking witch friend—was the daughter of this woman? Not just any witch, but an Arch-Witch? The leader of the entire Witch Coven?

Suddenly so many things made sense. Evelyn's ridiculous power. Those ...

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