Chapter Twelve
The smoke began to clear from the basement, and for a long moment, Jessica and Frank simply stared at each other and tried to comprehend what had just happened.
“Um…good job,” Frank said and broke the silence. “You saved me. I guess you’re not such a useless witch fledgling after all.”
“Thanks, and you’re welcome.” While she was flattered by his compliment, she didn’t have time to dwell on it as much as she would have liked. The reality was that she was far too frustrated for that. She looked up toward the stairwell and scowled. “I’ll tell you who is useless though—” And with that, she stomped up the stairs with Frank sprinting behind her.
When she reached the living room, she found her grandma and Pastor Norman seated on the couch, each with a cat in their laps and thor
