Troy
“Where is Kiana?” I demanded as I looked down at my tea. It was a surreal moment. The small tea parlor had plenty of sun streaming through the windows despite the fact that there were no windows outside.
Five minutes ago, I was fighting for Kiana’s life. Then, I was here, in a f*****g tea parlor, with a dainty little teacup in front of me.
Witches. Whatever was in this cup of tea could kill me.
Three strangers were in the room with me. A short and rounded older woman with long thinning gray hair set the rest of the cups of tea down and eyed me through thick glasses.
A young woman who looked no more than twenty with long red hair and a beautiful smile accepted a cup of tea and sat across from me at the table.
In the corner, on the bench where an unconscious Kiana lay, a middle-a
