“Rosemary… Angelica… Cedar…”
No matter how many times I go over the ingredients, I still feel like I’m forgetting something. I’ve been here for days already, and potions and protection spells were things I’ve been doing way before I ever met Tatum. Hell, my shop in Salem was one of the best there was, and I still can’t get shit right. Between the nightmares and memories constantly flooding my mind, I feel like I’m losing a part of myself.
And I hate it.
Cassie and Finn have been on me since I got here, hoping that I’m making progress in some way to make their situation a quick turn around, but I’m not. And though Tatum has gotten them to stop asking me, I know they still keep asking him.
