Jennifer’s POV
“So, where should I start?” I ask, feeling like a kid holding a book with no pictures. “I have so much to share, yet I have no clue what kind of story would tickle your fancy.”
“Come closer and give me your hands,” Sarah instructs, her voice smooth like butter on a stack of pancakes.
I extend my hands, and the witch lets out a cackle as if she’s just heard the world’s funniest joke. “You know, not every witch in this forest is your friendly neighborhood spellcaster. Next time one asks for hands, think twice, or else you may find yourself clapping with stumps.” She pulls a face that’s somewhere between a goblin and someone’s overly enthusiastic aunt at Thanksgiving. “Who knows? You might not like the consequences.”
“What could possibly happen?” Ryan asks, his voice tinged
