DRAVEN POV
“She's sad,” Donnie whined.
“Don't you think I know that?” I rolled my eyes.
“Then do something. You're supposed to be the one with the brain.” He shot back.
“Can you stop? We caused this, remember.” He went quiet.
“So, the witch? A relative perhaps?” Her eyes turned to me.
“Yes. She's my aunt.” She answered, her gaze looking out the window.
“She wouldn't even look at us,” Donnie commented.
“Can you stop whining? I doubt she even feels the pull.”
“Then let her know.” I rubbed my forehead as I could feel a headache coming on.
“What was the thing you were crying for?” she pursed her lips.
“The thing you threw across the room,” I said and rubbed the back of my neck.
She forced a smile, “ nothing of much importance.”
I raised an eyebrow at her, “It looked important t
