Prologue

A witch. That's what they called me. I suppose it was true, for the most part. I had practiced Paganism from the start of a young age, and now, at age seventeen, I am the strongest witch in the county.

But I never intended to sell my soul to him. But everything happens for a reason, right? Maybe he was the one all along... I hope that I can become as meaningful to him as he is to me.

Despite everything that's happened; I love you, Al. That will never change...