ARI POV:
Xander took my hand as we followed the older woman inside. She was short and stocky, maybe only 4 feet tall with long gray hair down past her bum tied in a messy braid. One eye was hazel while the other was completely white. She leaned on a thick twisted stick as she walked and grumbled under her breath about unwanted visitors. Leading us into a parlor she took a seat in a small pink armchair. The whole hut was horribly cluttered. Bits and bobs hung from every corner and the floor was littered with papers and books. She gestured towards an old worn yellow loveseat and Xander took my hand.
I gripped it tightly and stared up at his I tense blue eyes. I felt uneasy all of a sudden but his smile gave me strength.
"Sit! Sit! Let's get this over with!" The old woman spat at us with
