MAYA’S POV:
We didn't waste another second. Delinda dragged the terrified, mute clerk to the counter. I paid for the dress using my app.
"We're taking everything. Keep the change for the emotional trauma of being quiet for ten minutes," she said. The clerk’s eyes were still wide as she processed the payment, her lips still magically sealed.
The moment we left the store, Delinda freed her.
We threw the garment bags into the back of the Ferrari, and Delinda hit the gas. We sped through the streets to make it on time. As the trees blurred past us and we neared the Hunter’s Lodge, I turned to her.
"Delinda, please, can you hook me up to a fearless spell? Just a small one? I don't know if I can look at him without shaking."
Delinda kept her eyes on the road and shook her head.
"No, Maya.
