Chapter Thirteen
When I crashed through Flora’s front door, I found her wrapped in a blanket on the couch with a book in hand and Luna snuggled in her lap. Luna’s eyes fluttered open, and I could’ve sworn she smirked at me.
“Nice of you to join us,” Luna said.
“Looks like you two are getting along just great,” I said.
“Well, when you leave me alone all the time, what else am I supposed to do?” Luna asked through a yawn as she stretched and flexed her claws.
“Hey, one of us has to work,” I fired back.
“And I’m glad it’s not me,” Luna said.
“Is everything okay?” Flora asked. She rested the book face down on the arm of the couch, and The Origins of Witchcraft gleamed back at me in gold lettering. Good, maybe she could give me the Cliff Notes version of it.
“Yes and no,” I said.
“I do
