I peeled off my jacket and dropped it on a chair across the bed. Soren did the same. He hadn't spoken to me since I mentioned using his father's witch as I sacrifice.
I sighed and collapsed into the soft sheets of the bed as Soren headed into the bathroom to take a shower.
We had five days until the blue moon. Soren and I needed a plan to capture his father's witch. We couldn't do that if he was angry with me.
The shower started running and against my better judgement, I headed into the bathroom.
The steam from the shower nearly obscured my vision and I wondered how hot the water was. Soren flipped back his wet blonde hair and peered at me with one of his eyes squinted shut.
I leaned against the door post, watching him.
"What's the name of your father's witch?" I asked him.
"Hema
