Abi flapped a hand. “She’s a witch, she can pull off a spell. Or say no. But I think we should still invite her.” I snorted, but Abi kept talking, never discouraged by logistics. Just like when we planned anything for our friend group in college. “We can watch a movie and do each other’s nails—don’t look at me like that! They always look better when someone else does them, professional or not. And Morgan and Val can give us all the good, witchy gossip.” She paused, grinning. “I could use a little bit of normal, too. I know you’re training and stuff, but I think a break always helps.” She gave me a knowing smirk. “Just like college.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Back then, Abi was usually the one dragging me away from my desk whenever I’d hunched over a textbook so long, I had trouble standi
