“You!” I gasped.
How can Kendra be a witch? She’s supposed to be an ordinary redhead girl who loves ice cream and makes extremely funny jokes!
“Hi, Troy,” she said as if we just saw each other yesterday.
“You’re a witch!” I said again like my gasp wasn’t enough to confirm my surprise. It was melodramatic, I knew, but I couldn’t help it.
“Wait a second,” interrupted Vic, “you guys know each other?”
Oh-Oh! Now, how the hell was I to explain my connection with Kendra to Vic without causing much trouble for myself?
After some minutes of trying and failing, I finally settled for, “We met in Krestwick.”
Unfortunately, Kendra added, “And he took me out for ice cream.”
Vic’s eyes widened at that statement and for the first time in a long while, there were glint of madness in them. “You tol
