“Witch?” Alice had been called many names by him, but witch was a first.
Will lifted his eyes from the book and stared at me, looking uncertain for the first time since I walked through the door.
“It’s a figure of speech, because she manipulates you in a way that feels like a spell.” He snorted, setting the book aside and removing his glasses to look at me. “Can’t you see? She’s not good for you!”
My mother always loved Alice. I wasn’t a girl with many friends, but as far back as I can remember, she was always there with me.
“Mom was friends with Agnes even before I was born, and she never saw harm in our friendship.”
“Your mother isn’t here to see what that girl is doing to your life.” He sighed and stood from the couch, heading toward the kitchen. “You’ll see I only want what’s best
