“Pleasant about it?” Carmel asked sharply. You’ve captured me!”
“Yes?” The witch raised her eyebrows.
“You shot me up with wolfsbane!”
“Well, of course,” the witch shrugged her shoulders.
“You somehow kidn*pped my soul and stuffed it inside this body…”
“And your point is…?” the witch asked.
“Are you kidding me? You expected me to die in the process! You basically murdered me… or tried to!” Carmel was incensed that the old woman was just nodding congenially as if they were talking about the weather.
“Of course, you realize that it was just business,” the witch excused herself. “It wasn’t anything personal. And it brought me a fine price… that would have been worth the risk if… well… you know.” The witch was nodding as if Carmel knew what she was talking about.
“If WHAT!” Carmel ask
