A Different Witch

Epilogue

The dream was back.

Beth shifted under the chafing edge of her downy comforter, Aspie even in sleep.

So many eyes now. Some she’d known for years, and some she’d only known for days. Dancing in the light of the power flowing around her small but mighty circle.

They weren’t alone now.

Brown eyes and blue ones. Deep, twinkling green ones. Ones full of laughter, and some with a hint of tears.

So many eyes.

But none held pity. Whatever their moods, whatever their messages—the eyes held respect.

And something that looked an awful lot like the beginnings of love.