CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Bo leaned back as we pulled out of the park and did his best announcer voice. “On today’s episode of Twisted Sisters, we’ve got three crazy-ass witches, a wolf shifter who wants to rip Lester’s guts out, and a shadowcrafting sister who says she can deliver him to the Promised Land, but she’s a little shady—pun fully intended, ha ha! Who will you pick to save your soul, Lester Broussard?”
I laughed. On a night like this, laughing was the only thing I could do to keep from crying.
“Seriously, though, boss man, I don’t know about Camille,” Bo said.
“What other choice do we have?” I asked. “Cassandra isn’t exactly in our corner now.”
The car stuttered and lurched forward.
Bo smacked the dashboard. “Now ain’t the time, coupe!” he said.
The crash had damaged the front
