CHAPTER NINE
“Those witches didn’t like the flaming dill I threw,” Joyner said. “Common witchcraft bane. Good thing I still had some in supply, or I would have been mopping you off the floor. But I think we have…bigger problems.”
To say the folks in the spice shop were staring at us was an understatement.
“Sir, I need you to put that jar of cinnamon down!” the employee behind the counter shouted.
Now that time had resumed, the employee thought Bo was shoplifting.
Bo grinned nervously. “My bad, man.”
He didn’t let go of the jar.
“And what is that? Oh my God, is that a wolf?” the employee asked. “Somebody call security!”
CeCe made her sword disappear before he saw it. She promptly looked away to avoid making eye contact.
I sat up.
“Sorry about all this,” I said.
“What the hell is
