When Kiefer left the room, I turned to my witch best friend who is currently busy playing with my glass. She drank the water and based on what I am seeing; she’s determined to drink even the last drop of water in the glass.
I looked at the way she is holding the poor glass and saw her grip, it’s very tight and if she continued gripping that glass that way, it might break.
“Lucettia…” I called her.
She kept frowning. “What? Are you not feeling well?”
I cleared my throat and pointed the door. “What was that?”
Her forehead creased more. She eyed the door then pouted. “What? Is something wrong with the door? Is the door knob not working?”
I crossed my arms on my chest. I went near her and stopped half a meter away from her. I looked at her eyes directly.
“Why I have this feeling that
