“Who?” I demand, my eyes firmly set on her. Lucille is a gorgeous woman, a stunning reminder of how great Ari’s going to look in about twenty years, but damn, she’s… a nutcase. She’s so difficult, the only reason I even deal with her is Ari.
This time, even her own sister and brother-in-law are looking at her in bewilderment.
“What are you talking about, Luce?” Her sister pushes her when she stays silent. Lucille gulps and gives Landon to Joseph so she can run her nervous hands through her long, brown hair.
“Well… I—uhm, I know a witch,” she starts, her voice shaking, “I've seen her a few times.”
“What? For what? How? Who is she?” I let out in a trance, blinking like crazy and trying to understand what this could mean.
Magic. Dark magic.
“I wanted to have my future read to me once
