Melissa looked out the window to the right of Madam Hapney’s desk, and neither of them spoke. Hapney folded her hands as Melissa’s gaze darted from the tourists walking the wharf toward the marina.
“Show me.”
Melissa snapped from her trance and looked at the psychic. “Show you what?”
“Make something move. I don’t believe you.”
Melissa didn’t acknowledge the request.
“Make something move, and I’ll skip ahead in our studies and let you pick one spell from my book for me to teach you at our next lesson.”
“The love spell?” Melissa kneaded her hands together and thought how delectable it would be to make Graham hers forever and ever, until death do them part and then some.
“If your heart so desires,” Hapney replied and placed a silver thimble in the center of the desk. “Make that fall of
