WILLOW
“We won’t?”
“No. I actually got a place of my own.”
“For reals?” Ginny whistles. “Wow. I bet it’s great, just like that new car of yours.”
How does she know it’s my car? Vincent is usually the one who drives it.
“It’s an alright house,” I try to play it down. “As for the car, it’s more of a loan from my dad. Or you could call it a bribe. A way for me to behave and act according to his rules.”
“Chill Willow. No need to explain your privileged situation to me.” Ginny chuckles. “So, if you’re going to be using your place, I’ll be needing your address, as well as a means of getting in.” She snickers. “Don’t get me wrong. I could easily help myself in using magic, but I would much prefer to do things the old fashioned way.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll leave a key for you. It’ll be hidden a
