Marianna’s POV
He called the next morning. Which I thought was very quick, not unexpected dough.
“Would you go for a walk with me? This afternoon.” I didn’t respond for a while. “They say the weather will be nice,” he added. I could almost feel how distressed he was.
“I know,” I chuckled. “I mean about the weather. I’m a witch.” Ups, the awkwardest awkwardness. I needed to pull together quickly. "We can predict the weather." Still, no better.
“So, would you?” he asked again. Obviously, he wasn't the most eloquent person in the world. I involuntarily started comparing it to how talkative Duncan was.
“I thought the royalties have their time strictly limited and you need to make arrangements to meet with them.” Come on, stop being like this, let go of him. I thought it was the wolf part
