Lilith's Curse

Dying Power

There's so little time. But she must persevere. She glances to a portrait of her grandmother. Like all the women in her family, Lilith shares Mary's face. If she's successful, hers won't be the last to bear the MacDonald features.

"I'm so sorry, grandmother." Her voice cracks, pain making it hard to speak. "This is all my fault. I should have known better than to trust anyone with our family's power." She coughs softly, whimpering as the agony of doing so tears at her already bleeding insides. "And now our line will pay the price. Because of my blind need to trust in someone I never should have granted such faith."

Reese holds the magic of the MacDonald family in her hands at last, the original curse broken. She must decide if she's willing to accept that she's a witch, the heir to the Island's fading energy, or run away, retreat to the life she knew. But there's a power lingering, watching, waiting, that plans to make her mind up for her…