IN THREE SECONDS, I’D taken it all in.
Daniel sipped with caution at the thermos in his hand, nose twitching like crazy at the steam drifting from its content. Josh mirrored him, but with no hesitation—gulping and swallowing it down. Two witches, one as smug as a bird with a worm, the other twitchy as heck when her gaze landed on me, sat with them.
I should have known I would arrive too late, should have realised Josh would encourage his brother to drink the tea.
An unspoken curse echoed in my mind, as I lifted my lowered head, smoothed out my frown and crossed the room. “Marianne.”
The witch smiled. “Hi, Jem.”
I wondered if my expression looked as false as hers.
Unfortunately, Josh’s lack of understanding of the opposite s*x lent him no favours. He’d been right in saying women were
