Aida came up beside me and laid gnarled fingers on my wrists. "You must stop this magic," she said softly, her gaze on mine.
"She doesn't know," said Marie. "Fiona never told her."
"Told me what?"
Marie shared a concerned look with Aida then she placed her hands under mine, pressing upward. My fingers curled over the flames, dousing them.
Tilda pointed at me. "She was going to attack me!"
"No, I wasn't." At least, I didn't think so. "I wouldn't hurt anyone." I whirled around, trying to find support within the crowd. These people had been friends and customers of the Willowstones for generations. Some wouldn't look at me, and others stared at me in revulsion. "What have I ever done to any of you? I am not Fiona Willowstone!"
"But you are certainly her daughter," said Dorianna. "Tell me, do you practice black magic, too?"
The accusation hung in the air like poisonous gas, threatening to smother me if I breathed it in.
