How could he do this to me?
Scarlette kicked the dirt with the toe of her shoe as she walked across the field. She gave him her heart and soul, physically bound them together. The police knocked on her door; Rory, a missing person.
Tears dampened her face. She wiped under her eyes, careful not to smear her mascara. Not again.
She threw her shoulders back and stood in front of a crudely made scarecrow. From her satchel she pulled out a large pin.
“You should have taken my secret to the grave.”
Full force, Scarlette stabbed the voodoo doll, inflicting an agonising vengeance.
Betray a witch, turn her into a bitch.