NOLAN
After saying that, I made my way across the street and dashed into another. Mum and the rest were almost done with 'interviewing' the last of the witch households, and that meant one thing—they were almost at Emily's place. That is, if they hadn't gone there already. Wait, uh, what if there was something I wasn't being told? I knew Mum was craftier than the devil. She had to have something up her sleeves.
My goodness. This all had to go well, and by going well, I mean, Mum would be healed, and Emily would be safe, and her secret safe too. There was only one problem—I didn't have a damn clue as to how to go about it.
"And here he is," Allison joked, a funny expression on her face, "and we sure as hell didn't count on you showing up."
"Here I am," I responded in a similar tone. "
