The Devil Made Me Brew It (The Witches of Wayward Bay #1)

VIOLET

I haven’t been back to the scene of Mr. Wiggles’ murder since my botched presentation, and the sight of the Town Hall fills me with a dread that threatens to send me bolting back to the safety of Kettle and Cauldron. To the familiar comfort of a nice, stress-relieving cinnamon tea, Stevie Nicks on the playlist, a crackling fire, the soft purr of the cats as they stretch out on the hearth and…

Poof.

The moment the vision coalesces in my mind, it’s gone. Because that’s exactly what will happen if I don’t see this through. If I don’t find a way to set one foot in front of the other, march into that meeting, and demand justice. Not just for me, but for Ricci and Paul and Mavis. For the shop owners those monsters have already run out of town. For my sisters and aunts who run their own small businesses too—businesses that Brandt and his cronies are already plotting to crush under their filthy boots.