Nora had always hated witches. It wasn’t just a petty grudge, it was carved into her the day Salem turned on her. She hadn’t been one of them, not even close. No spells, no covens, no power humming under her skin. Just a girl who ran when fear burned too hot. But when a few arrogant witches flaunted their craft too openly, too recklessly, the town turned on everyone. Salem caught fire with hysteria, and she was the spark that got snuffed out.
Drowned like an animal in water she could still feel it clawing at her lungs when she showers.
But that was the beginning. And from then on, she swore the witches owed her something. A life stolen. A chance stolen. They didn’t get to walk around free, practicing their little games, while she carried the weight of their sins.
Which was exactly why, of course, she nearly choked on her own annoyance when she spotted him. Kai Parker. In mystic falls of all places. The one town she thought she could duck into without running headfirst into another reminder of why witches made her blood boil. He strolled like the streets belonged to him, like the world was some playground built just to entertain him
Nora slipped into the shadows, following at a distance, her heels clicking softly against the uneven pavement . She wasn’t even sure what she wanted from him. answers? A fight? Maybe just the satisfaction of making a witch uncomfortable. Her gaze caught on a loose rock along the edge of the sidewalk.
She crouched, fingers curling around it, the rough weight steady in her palm. And then her voice cut through the noise of the street, sharp and dripping with mockery.
“Hey, witch boy!” The rock sailed from her hand, aimed at his shoulder, because subtlety had never been her strong suit.