Fred’s plan felt like something out of a twisted heist movie, but it was the only plan we had. Sitting in Samuel’s apartment, we listened as Fred laid everything out. He was calm and focused, his voice clear as he explained each step.
“You’ll go to Derek’s apartment,” Fred said, his piercing gaze resting on me. “And ask to see Lisa alone. Kimberly, you have to make her believe you’re there to apologize, to beg for her forgiveness.”
Someone knocked on the door almost immediately, and Fred walked over to open it. A tall, blonde woman stood there. She was striking, with green eyes that caught the light, but her attire gave her away as a witch.
“This is Belle, a friend. She’s not with Lisa and has agreed to help us fight against her,” Fred said, smiling at the woman.
I clenched my fists un
