Once a Witch

I was born on the night of Samhain, when the barrier between the worlds is whisper-thin and when magic, old magic, sings its heady and sweet song to anyone who cares to hear it.

Please!" I stop my pacing, glare at him. "Is that all you can think about at a time like this?" Gabriel rolls up on one elbow and smiles at me. "I'm a guy. It's what I think about all the time.

Okay," I gasp. "I can't really breathe, but other than that, okay." "Breathing's overrated," Gabriel advises me."I'm discovering that right about now with this damn tie.

There. What do you think?" he takes half a step back and i look at myself in the mirror again. Somehow, he has managed where i failed to roll my hair an pin it low on my neck. The curl that keeps escaping has now been positioned behind my ear. "Not bad," i say. "You know if the musician thing doesn't work out, you could always be a-" Behind me Gabriel makes a stabbing motion over his heart.

Your father and I will deal with him.” “What are you going to do?” I say. “We will talk to him.” I snort. “Yeah, that's going to work.

You and I are more alike than you think,” Alistair says. “I don't see that at all,” I say. “Besides the fact that we both lied about our names,” I add.

Then one last thought tugs at me, so I turn back. "So why did you name me Tamsin?" I ask. "You always promised to tell me later. Even though, technically, it's earlier." My grandmother's smile flickers, deepens. "It's how you introduced yourself to me tonight. I just assumed that's what you wanted to be named.