Agatha and I scale the fence and get to the Suzuki motorbike before the alarms start blearing; alerting the whole pack house of an intrusion. Either someone had spotted us -and by us I mean a cloud of smoke since we were enshrouded by a spell, jumping over the fence like thieves, or they found the room Agatha was kept in empty.
“Does that have space enough for two?” The short witch asks.
“Of course it does.” I mutter, grunting with the effort of righting the heavy vehicle while she stands there letting me do all the work; sweating and laboring all alone like an old mule.
There is only one helmet and before I even offer, Agatha wears it.
I suppose from her perspective, my life is not as important as hers. I rev the engine as she climbs behind me on the motorbike; her hands immediately s
