Chapter 13
MARIE SEATED US AT a large table in the back of the café.
“I have an hour off work for lunch,” I said, flipping open my menu and scanning it quickly.
“Work?” Marie repeated, her eyebrows flicking up on her forehead as though she didn’t believe me. “Since when do the Council witches work?”
There wasn’t exactly a tone to her words, but I could feel the judgment there. I tried not to let it affect me even though I couldn’t help but internally twinge. What did she know about me? More than that, what did she know about Council witches that I didn’t?
I sat up straighter, annoyed at her assumptions. I cleared my throat, trying to think of a way to speak that wouldn’t offend anyone.
“I’m not on the Council,” I said, each word crisp. I dropped my gaze to the menu again, knowing if
