~TIA~
“Pick up your phone, dammit! Why isn’t he picking up his phone?” I screeched, hurling my phone across the room. Dan hadn’t answered once again, in fact, he hadn’t accepted any of my phone calls since I arrived at the Dark witch’s house, who, for all the bitter and twisted DNA that made her, she had a relatively normal name. Miranda.
No one answered me. Miranda continued to sway in her old and tatty rocking chair next to the fireplace and Elder Richard remained quiet as he sat at the head of the dining table.
I raised one simple eyebrow in response to their ignorance. Do they not realise how important this all is? Dan could have killed Aiden for all we knew, and the unknown was now beginning to eat away at me.
Miranda scowled and then moved her head with a patronising
