NIRVANA

“No freaking way! That’s impossible.” My eyes grew wide as I stared at them one by one.

“Is it, though?” McKaye said. “We trained for months.”

“To fight that freaking monster?”

“Your bloodline is some kind of link to an ancient warlock from Greece,” McKaye explained. “And you were the only one who could kill that son of a bitch.”

“Yeah. My mother’s side from my grandmother were witches.”

“And you don’t have a gift?” Knight asked me hesitantly.

“No. Why? Should I?”

He glanced at Zarah.

“You’re a witch, Zarah. Can’t you jag my memory or something?”

“It doesn’t work that way.”

“Then I’m sorry to disappoint you,...