“Alright, I think that’s the last of the bags,” Samson said as he set down several shopping bags onto the floor of Brigid’s living room.
Bolivan had already gotten started on building a fire in the wood-burning stove in the corner of the living room. They had just gotten back from their clothing shopping spree at the mall located a couple of hours away. Although, distance wasn’t a problem for them, since Brigid simply used a transportation spell to take them there and back to her house. Her house was located about thirty minutes from Broderick’s in a similar woodsy area. She had a long curvy driveway which hid the house from the street. The house was a small, sweet-looking cottage. The roof had standard black shingles and the siding of the house was a dark forest green. The windows were
