Hank
HankSitting in the driver’s seat, waiting for Sugar, my mind races. I should’ve known Will was in trouble. He’s my closest friend. I’d thought he was being Will or having fun with the new neighbor.
I’m such a f*****g i***t. What’s wrong with me today?
I’m such a f*****g i***t. What’s wrong with me today?Maybe if I’d looked for him earlier. Maybe if I’d taken the witches more seriously--
I cut off those treacherous thoughts. There was a part of me that hoped with him being a fire mage, he was almost untouchable by the witches. Yes, they’d rough him up. But leave him in a burning building?
The thought of it makes me sick.
I honk the horn, my impatience growing. What the hell is taking her so long? I itch to drive away. But Sugar has a way with fires. If we’re going to save them, I
