Cassie wiped the stinging wetness from her eyes. After everything they’d been through, Faye would continue being Faye—she wouldn’t want her any other way.
The Circle drifted farther out into the horizon, chasing and fleeing one another, spraying through the surf.
The dark times are over, Cassie thought. At last. She felt like she could float here, watching her friends like this, forever—her amazing and powerful friends, laughing and playing beneath the shining sun.
This was her destiny, and the things worth fighting for: friends, family, love.
Connection.
Why had she ever wanted to be anything other than what she was? A witch. With a Circle. Eternally linked to one another.
Cassie swam in toward the center of the action.
She was home, and she was herself. Everything was as it should be.