Yesterday, if someone had told Ivy that she would be having tea with a witch and a prophetess, she would have just laughed and slapped that person for babbling nonsense. But today, here she was, in a wooden cottage, in the middle of a snowy small-town… Life is unpredictable sometimes…
Ivy wasn't able to take her eyes off Amranda who was seated opposite to her on the wooden table. To her right sat Athena.
Amranda poured hot tea from the kettle on her porcelain cup. Ivy didn’t have to taste the tea to know that it was lemongrass, orange, and a pinch of cinnamon in it. This was her favorite tea!
As she sipped the tea, she looked at the window that was behind Amranda. It was snowing lightly now, but she still felt warm inside. Ivy bet that there was no thermostat in the cottage—so this pla
