Melinda’s POV “You think you are very clever, don’t you?” Veronika taunted as we walked along the aisle of the store. “Sorry?” My steps faltered, and I turned around to look at her. “Did I do something wrong?” “It was your idea, right?” “My idea?” She grabbed my hair and tugged, pulling me closer. Her eyes bore into mine and she gritted out, “Stop pretending, Melinda. I just want to know why.” Wincing, I tried to free myself from her grip, but she tightened her hold on my hair and tilted my head backward. “If you continue pretending, I swear I will turn you into dust. Now, tell me why you told Keith to give me roses lest I am tempted to shock you to death.” A sense of dread gripped me, looking at her glazed expression. What if she really used magic on me? Thinking quickly, I gave her the most plausible reason I could come up with. “You know that Keith hates me to the core… I just wanted….” I swallowed hard and looked at her with the best pitiful expression I could manage. “Whe
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