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heed: Witchcraft is the use of supernatural powers to influence or predict events. It is also known as conjuration, magic, sorcery, witching, and wizardry. It can be used for benefit or harm. In these pages you will find spells of all sorts. Cautionary note: these spells are powerful and are meant for witches—true witches. Contrary to popular belief, one cannot merely become a witch, but is born into a witch coven. An average person may indeed be able, with much practice and study of the craft, to learn some tricks and simple spells. However, they will be weak in comparison to the ones conjured by persons with pure witch blood.
    I closed the book .
    A witch? The word Spectral didn’t say anything about witches.
    I put the book back on the shelf. It was a tight fit and as I tried to squeeze it in, something sharp pricked my finger.
    “Ouch!” I jerked my hand back, dropping the book to the floor. A drop of blood puckered on my finger and I put my finger in my mouth. The bitter taste of metallic invaded my taste buds. “Stupid book,” I muttered, and gave the book a shove with my foot, sending it skittering across the aisle.
    Suddenly, the eyes of the snake coiled around the dagger opened. I was sure the hideous serpent looked straight at me. I gasped, jumping backward. I stared wide-eyed as the snake’s eyes closed again. I shook my head telling myself it couldn’t be real—that I was just imagining things. Creepville. The library was totally weirding me out. I stared at the book. It looked the same as before, old and tattered. I inhaled deeply, and dropped to my knees, eager to slug the sucker back into the slot on the shelf and get the hell outta there. Somebody sneezed, the sound echoing against the concrete walls, startling me.
    With a groan, I picked the book up, hands trembling; stood, and turned to replace it when I noticed a tinge of red on one of the snake’s fangs.
    “Did you bite me, you little monster?” I fumed, and then shook my head thinking how being alone in that old library must be spooking me. I squared my shoulders and sighed, telling myself that too many sleepless nights was causing me to see things. I did prick my finger, but it just got caught on the sharp edge of the snake emblem, I assured myself. I walked back to the bookshelf, wondering what was taking Taylor so long.
    At the same moment I put the book back on the shelf, I heard a guy’s voice behind me.
    “True?”
    I didn’t need to turn around to know it was Roman. His sexy lyrical voice gave him away. Still, I twisted my neck around and parted my lips to say hi, but the book began to shake in my hands. I sucked in air, startled, and fought to steady it.
    “I’m sorry,” Roman said softly. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
    “Oh, no-no. It’s just this b—” I started but stopped, realizing how stupid I’d sound if I claimed a snake emblem on a book bit me and that now the book was actually shaking. It was impossible. I knew that. Yet, it was happening anyway. The hush of the library amplified my heartbeat until I was sure Roman could hear it.
    Slowly, I released my hand but the book shook again. I gritted my teeth and grabbed the book, shoving it in my bag. Curiously, the tremors stopped. I gulped back a labored breath and said, “Yeah, kinda creepy in here, I guess.” The familiar rush of heat spread across my cheeks.
    “It doesn’t help that you’re in the Occult section.” His lips twitched into a little smile as he leaned against the bookshelf nonchalantly.
    I hoisted my oversized bag over my shoulder and walked closer to him, inhaling his fresh scent of an ocean breeze mixed with cinnamon. I leaned in a little closer, wishing I could bask in it. “So, what are you doing here?”
    He handed me a coffee he’d held behind his back.
    “You’re here to bring me coffee?” I lifted a surprised eyebrow, smiled, and took a sip. “And my favorite, too. Impressive.” I took another sip, savoring the caffeine