Oddly, after she’d unburdened herself of one of her deepest, darkest secrets, Margot felt better about being with Lucas, rather than worse. He’d listened calmly, even sympathetically, and she supposed that he, in his own way, had had as unconventional a childhood as she. It was something else that, against all odds, they had in common.
After that they’d gone back out to the living room, which afforded a much better view of the falling snow. She was glad that Lucas had apparently bought out the local grocery store, since it looked as if the roads were going to be impassable for a good while.
And shouldn’t she be a little more upset by that scenario than she was? Even a day earlier, the thought of being trapped in this house with the Wilcox warlock had been enough to bring on mild symptoms
