Heels, Hexes and...Heirlooms?

This far into my magical forty makeover, I thought I'd seen it all. That I knew it all.



Boy, was I wrong.



After I'd found my Elven grandfather, Laslow, and brought him back to the human world, I was convinced that my life was on the upswing. Things with Hunter were good. Gram's and mom were happy. And it seemed all the fires in my life had been put out.



I could've left well enough alone . . . but I still had lingering questions about the hate between the fae and the witches. They say knowing y...