“I hate this,” Angela said. They were all gathered in the living room of Maya’s home, waiting for Miguel and Jack to show up with the three warlocks in tow. The McAllister prima had declined a seat and was pacing nervously in front of the fireplace. “I didn’t sign up to be judge and jury and executioner all at the same time.”
Connor had been standing nearby, and he came over and took her hands in his, thus making her stop her nervous pacing. Seeing them together, Alex couldn’t help experiencing a twinge of jealousy. Not because he wanted to be with Angela; he knew Caitlin was the girl of his heart, even if circumstances did seem to be conspiring to keep them apart. It was just that Connor and Angela seemed so right together, so comfortable with one another. She held her husband’s hands an
