Everyone around me gets hurt. I hate the thought of leaving my friends alone, but the Winterwood Academy is no longer a safe haven for me. Everybody thinks that I’m dead and I want to keep it that way before the one who put me six feet under learns that I’m back from the dead. But before I have time to escape, the arrival of my father and the Witch Council brings a whole new set of troubles my way. Not only am I to discover that I have a twin sister, but someone I trusted has betrayed me. I have to get away from this cursed academy. An inexperienced witch like me wouldn’t last long in the real world. I’m glad Merrin found me a place to stay with a nice old lady and a seriously hot grandson -- Matthew. Stay low, resist the urge to tell someone I care that I’m alive, and don’t draw attention to myself. That’s what I should do. It shouldn’t be hard, but nothing in my life is ever easy. A crazy attraction for Matthew and bumping into an old friend and my former nemesis at a party are the least of my problems. Add an almost deadly werewolf attack, a sexy hunter with a short temper, and you have the perfect recipe for disaster. How am I supposed to get my life together when everything just keeps exploding in my face?

Winterwood Academy Book 3: Hunted

“I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to discuss all of that, but for now I believe that I have a daughter to meet.” Augustus’s voice hardened, and I felt a fresh wave of panic threaten to overwhelm me as he stepped back and moved towards me.


Celestria moved behind him, as if on guard, though she kept her distance from my cell as he stepped up to the bars.


For the first time, I got a full view of my father’s face. Even though I loathed to admit it, I could see that he was handsome. With thick, arched eyebrows framing his brown eyes and chiselled cheekbones, he had a dark and dangerous beauty about him, much like Celestria herself.


“The light in here is much too poor,” he growled as he reached into the pocket of his blazer and produced a smooth stone around the size of his palm.


Hissing something in Latin under his breath, I was surprised by the harsh white light that suddenly pierced the darkness all around me, glowing from the stone in his hand.


Chapter 62