The good witch pointed towards the ceiling. Mikko scooped her up and held her with one arm as he scaled the side of my home. I wanted to smack the look off her face. She looked at him with longing and he wasn't hissing at her about not being in a relationship.
When he put her down, she smiled widely and flirtatiously at him. I rubbed the pendant, recalling the words Clare had given me. Maybe I could use it now. How did the words go? "When did you get that?" Nikki asked, pulling my attention away from the roof. "It's beautiful."
I nodded and held it out for her to see. "It's new."
She smiled. Maybe she was happy that I got out of the house. "Where'd you get it? I want one."
"It's one of a kind." I offered her a shrug, sad that I couldn't give her a better answer. "I don't know where you
