A Little Green Magic (The Little Coven #1) - Isabel Wroth Page 0,48

packets because of the pretty pictures rushed up with a bittersweet warmth. Ivy gravitated to the rack, slowly picking out different packets of flowers at random, just because the picture was pretty.

She’d stocked this rack so many times, and not once had she gotten so much as a tickle of memory about that day as a little girl, learning to make flowers wake up from their seeds. Now she stood here, picking out Morning Glory’s and Moonflowers, and all she could think about was that day.

Without a word, Uriah brought her a basket and patiently waited while she moved on to the meticulously arranged selection of herbs and picked out a few packets of vegetables.

Not wanting to deprive the Vonn's of any final revenue, Ivy only partook of low-cost items that she could most certainly use in the propagation of the herb and flower beds she intended to put in.

Once she finished gathering up what she wanted, Uriah took her home. She got a big bowl from inside and mixed up all the wildflower seeds, carrying it with her while she walked around the grassy areas surrounding the house, throwing handfuls of seed while Uriah watched on with a gentle smile on his face.

Joy spilled out of her on a shaky laugh, happy tears on her cheeks as she slowly raised her hands up over her head like she remembered her mom teaching her, and all around her, flowers erupted in a beautiful carpet of color.

Uriah came out to her with a blanket in one hand, and her mother's journal in the other. He didn't say anything when he handed her the journal, but he tagged her hand and led her over to a shady spot. He spread out the sheet for her, stripped all his clothes off, and took his animal form.

The enormous bear gave her a regal dip of his head and ambled around with his nose in the air while he walked around the perimeter of wildflowers. When he came back, he lay down and patted the blanket with a huge paw, inviting her to snuggle up. Ivy sat with her back against his fluffy side, as comfortable and safe as could be. Before she could open the journal, Uriah gave a low chuff and looked into the trees.

Her heart skipped a beat, but he wasn't getting up and bellowing out a warning, and a few seconds later Ivy let out a shaky breath as Rowena came striding out of the woods with a basket on her hip, followed by the rest of the coven.

Other than to smile, the girls didn't say a word as they sat down and passed out snacks and drinks. They didn't need to say anything though, did they? They were here. Her family, supporting her no matter what came out of the journal.

Ivy declined a sandwich, not sure her churning stomach could handle it, and pulled her knees up to set the journal on her thighs. The first page was nothing but a collage of hand drawn flowers, a beautiful sketch only partially shaded in here and there. Like her mom had gotten bored coloring everything in.

The date written in her mother's elegant handwriting on the next page was three years before Ivy had been born. Ilsa Greene would have been the same age Ivy was now, and the ink smeared and blotchy in places where she must have cried as she wrote down her heartbroken words.

We tried the Pairing Ritual again last week and nothing happened. Marshall said he didn't care if we weren't paired officially, he wants to get married anyway. The spell is meant to put witches together for procreation, not love.

Nan insisted I try again and got suspicious when it didn't work. She took me to a healer, who did all kinds of tests, tried everything she could think of, but failed. She referred me to other healers who specialize in infertility, and Nan took me to see them as well.

Three conclusive diagnosis later, turns out, it's not the magic. It's me. How ironic is that? A Green Witch who isn't fertile?

I can't have children.

As soon as I told him, Marshall suddenly had a fiancé. Some witch from the Spirit Lake Coven. Turns out, he didn't like his match, and I was his backup plan until it came out that I can't reproduce.

The entire coven is whispering about it behind my back. I can't go anywhere without someone giving me pitying looks, and Nan is so disappointed I