Khloe’s POV

The nerve of that girl!

 I couldn't contain the anger that was sweeping through me as I turned back to face the house. I tightened my fists watching her through the kitchen window, my magic heating behind my eyes, narrowing down on her figure until she covered her nose, blood dripping.  I grinned turning away.

I slipped back into my car. Normally I would prefer to super speed my way home but in these heels, I would arrive sore. Plus that Abigail witch had scolded me overdoing that in broad daylight. Who did she think she was, my mother?

I took one last glance at the house of...