A Little Green Magic (The Little Coven #1) - Isabel Wroth Page 0,1
time to venture out and find your place in the world.”
After finding the power to string words together and explain, there was a moment of shocked silence from the women around her.
Julie was the first to break it with a wild shriek. “That is absolute bullshit!”
“She can't just kick you out!” Kerrigan shouted defiantly. “Where the hell does Le Douche expect you to go?”
The bed bounced as Callie plopped down on Ivy's other side and added her arms to Astrid's hug. “You're just a late bloomer! That's all. There isn't a single witch here who tries harder than you.”
“I can't believe this!” Juliet went on, the air around her crackling with sparks as her wild magic manifested in response to her fury.
Astrid slipped away and hurried to get her tarot deck, muttering under her breath, “This can't be right. The stars are aligned for change, not catastrophe.”
The other girls continued to rail against Le Doux, but Rowena stayed quiet, deep in thought as she held Ivy's hands. “I think it's time for me to leave, too.”
Rowena's calm declaration sent Juliet into the stratosphere. “WHAT?”
“I did the Pairing Ritual, but my partner is completely unacceptable. I refused his proposal, and I've been thinking about what to do next,” Rowena said, giving Ivy's hands a gentle squeeze.
“You refused your pairing match?” Kerrigan gasped, her eyes so wide the black slashes of her eyebrows disappeared into her hairline. “Can you do that?”
“I'm the matron of my bloodline; I can do what I want.” Rowena's chin went up at a defiant, determined angle as she tugged on Ivy's hands to get her on her feet. “I refused to be William Whitley-Haversham's bitch, and I refuse to let you get thrown out on your ass, Ivy. I'm starting my own coven. You in?”
Speechless, all Ivy could do was nod. Rowena's hug was fierce, and hope blossomed like a flower inside Ivy's chest.
“Screw Le Douche!” Kerrigan declared furiously, wrapping herself around Rowena and Ivy. “If you're both leaving, I'm leaving. Let's do this.”
“My parents are going to be so pissed,” Juliet murmured with reverent glee, stepping in to join the hug. Her magic felt like the snap of Pop Rocks against Ivy's skin, but Ivy didn't shy away. “I'm in.”
“Me too!” Callie whooped, making their little knot stumble as she joyfully threw herself at Ivy's back.
Astrid's sigh was one of intense relief, and with a slight turn of her head, Ivy could see the cosmic witch with her hands folded over her heart as she stared at the cards spread out across Ivy's bed.
“Change, yes. Thank the Goddess.” Astrid was the last one to join their group hug, mystery and satisfaction in her voice. “We're just a little coven, but this is most definitely the change I saw coming toward us.”
Callie chortled gleefully. “A little coven.”
“HA!” Juliet guffawed, and the six of them burst into giggles.
“So, Matron Little, what the hell do we do now?” Kerrigan wanted to know.
Rowena gave Ivy a squeeze, “How do you guys feel about New Hampshire?”
“What's in New Hampshire?” Callie asked.
“Oh, just a few hundred acres of land for us to build our dreams on,” Rowena answered airily.
Surrounded by her friends, her little coven, Ivy sighed. “Sounds good to me.”
CHAPTER TWO
Three years later....
Inhale the good shit. Exhale the bullshit.
Ivy repeated the mantra over and over in her head while her beloved boss’s horrible older brother stood in front of her, berating her in front of customers at the top of his lungs for the second time this week.
Ivy loved working at the Mom and Pop Garden Shop. She loved her boss, Mr. Henry Vonn. She loved being able to use her piddly amount of magic to ensure all the plants in the garden center were the lushest, vibrant, healthy plants in the state.
She loved chatting with customers about their hopes and dreams for their vegetable gardens and seeing pictures later of spectacular plots when those same customers came back for more.
She did not love Charles Vonn. Charles was a colostomy bag. A creep. A complete asshole of the highest order.
Henry was at home, recovering from back surgery, so Charles had stepped up to take over running the family business. Unfortunately, Charles knew absolutely fuck all about the business, or how to do anything other than berate his brother's employees for failing to meet Charles's unrealistic expectations.
Last week, Charles stomped out to rip Ivy a new asshole for ordering, what he felt, was an astronomical amount of dirt. To him, six hundred