Callie
CallieLuxury screams from every inch of Esmeralda’s room, a bedroom easily the size of my first apartment. A huge four-poster bed with golden fabric spilling all around it occupies one side of the room. On the other side is a sitting area, a dressing area, huge windows, and an entryway into an impressive bathroom.
And yet, I can’t imagine the witch asked me here to admire her wealth. "Did you bring me here to trap me?"
She opens her dresser and throws clothes at me. "Dress first, ask questions later."
My mind spins, but I pull on the jeans and long green shirt. Even though it feels a little weird to not wear underwear and a bra, it sure as hell beats being naked.
"Better?" she asks, raising a brow.
Did she read my mind? Or is she just using common sense?
Did she read my mind?
