#Chapter 192: Witchcraft

Ella’s POV The hangover wasn’t the only thing plaguing my mind when I woke the next morning; in fact, the pounding headache and tongue-cracking dehydration were almost a welcome distraction from the tumultuous thoughts swirling through my mind. The moment I woke up, still wearing my clothes from last night with my face creased by my pillow, the events of last night came rushing back like a tidal wave. My claws nearly shredding Anya’s dress as the full moon became too much to bear. The things I’d said—that I loved him. Finding out that Liam’s condition had worsened. The bar with discounted drinks. Too many discounted drinks, for that matter. And then, of course, there was the most damning thing of all… Alexander. I could still taste his lips, sweet and bitter and even more intoxicating than all the vodka cranberries I’d had. Goddess, how I wanted to taste him like that forever, how I wanted to kiss him and never stop and let him hold me close just as