Will
WillCallie is damn well going to get herself killed unless she learns some common sense, and fast. James might think we should leave this human to herself, but given that she was about to make a deal with the f*****g devil herself, I think I’m in the right here.
Just picturing her talking to Mel makes my blood boil. I fight the urge to launch into a lecture, directed entirely at the beautiful blonde next to me when I see the three warlocks up ahead of us.
Ice moves through my blood.
Greg, Ralph, and Paul are the witches’ muscle. They’re sent when the witches think something is going to get rough.
Like coming and collecting me.
I grab Callie and yank her into the alley beside me.
"Hey!" she says, sounding irritated.
"Shut up," I whisper.
I’m not sure if they saw us, but I’ll
