WILLOW
“Whoa whoa. Hold on a second.” Vincent grabs my arm. Students are filling out of the lecture hall. They are like white noise around us. “Is it the same Ginny who had given that shady prophesy during your party? The same one who hexed me this morning?”
“Her prophesy isn’t shady.” I smile apologetically. “And I’m sorry for the hex. She was only acting based on my instructions.”
“Be that as it may; I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to mention Horace Smith to anyone, definitely not a witch on the cheerleading team.”
“I wasn’t planning on mentioning him.” I try to give him an explanation as best as I can. “It’s just, everything you just told me coincides with the things she’d said that night. Someone’s watching me closely and my life is in danger. I need to know how close they a
