I decided that adding an epilogue would be best. A lot of people were asking me to update when I had completed the story. So here's the actual ending.

And I know the last chapter said that the story will continue with the sequel Madness and Misery. However, from this point on, the series can be read out of order. The next part posted is Bittersweet Misery, a coven companion piece.

EPILOGUE

Isabel sat on her bed. There was a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and a mug of hot chocolate with cinnamon clutched tightly in her hands. She was shaking faintly, staring off into space.

There came a knock on her door and Constance walked in. She took a moment to stare at her daughter. The sun had risen fifty-nine minutes ago. Isabel had woken up fifty-eight minutes ago. She walked up to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. She reached out to touch Isabel's arm, and Isabel jerked her arm away, causing a bit of hot chocolate to slosh over the side of the mug and splash onto the bed.

Constance sighed. "Oh darling, you can't stay mad at me forever."

These words caused Isabel to snap her gaze to her mother. "Are you fucking kidding me? Your actions nearly killed me and all you can say is that I can't be mad at you forever?" She slammed the mug of hot chocolate down on the bedside table. "You sent me to Hell! Don't think I can be mad at you forever? Watch me."

Okay, so Constance didn't directly send her to Hell. Isabel knew that. She had been the one to say the spell. But the book that contained the spell had belonged to Constance, who gave it to her. Constance knew she would say the spell. Constance knew the risk.

Isabel walked out of her room at a brisk pace, going downstairs and passing her father on the way, who made sure to give her room on the stairs. He watched her storm away before continuing up the stairs. He entered Isabel's room, finding Constance on the bed.

She was holding a cigarette between her teeth, lighting the end of it. Constance looked over to the man who raised her daughter. "Let me guess: you're angry with me too."

"Well you aren't exactly Mother of the Year," Derek retorted. There was a long pause before he continued, "But I also have to thank you. I never would have known about Iz's… Iz's powers. Only thing now is I don't know what to do with her."

Constance blew out a stream of smoke. "There's a school in New Orleans for witches. It goes by the name Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies. She'll learn how to safely control her powers there."

A boarding school for witches? Derek scoffed quietly, shaking his head. "Iz is not going to like that," he said knowingly.

"She's not going to have a choice."