Witches live among us in secret. Their magic passed down from an ancient race. Diluted, half forgotten. But dangerously powerful. After centuries of conflict, a truce was forged. Witches would be allow to live and govern themselves if they follow 1 strict rule. That magic, never be used against humans. But the truce is a fragile thing.
It was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they just meant we were supposed to be together… and I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like coming home… only to no home I’d ever known… I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew. It was like… magic.