NATHAN’S POV
“I already told you, they’re in a garden full of roses!” Sybil yelled for the nth time that day as she pulled her cardigan over her chest, poking Alastair in the rib with the tip of her broom. “Him and your mother are on another one of those dates. They’re eating pasta and drinking wine.”
“Yes, you already told me that,” Alastair said through gritted teeth and leaned closer to her, slapping away the broom handle that was still pointed menacingly at her. “But my question is, you old crone, where?!”
“I told you! In a garden full of roses!”
Alastair slammed her hand against the table, her sneer growing by a fraction, and attempted to grab the old woman who was equally just as pissed but Castiel had thankfully stopped her just in time.
“Okay, let’s take a deep breath and ju
