ROWAN.
“Stop staring at me,” I tell the two witches as I take another spoonful of chicken broth.
Damn, we hit the jackpot with our cook.
“Not until you tell us what you are planning,” Lisa responds.
“I am not planning anything.”
“Liar. Dawn said, You are going to let our dear Louis out of jail.”
“Firstly, he is not our dear thing. Secondly, he is not in jail—”
“You were going to keep him locked up in the clinic.”
“-and last but not the least, you were the one who told me to let him out. Let him out and supervise him.”
“That wasn't me, that was Rina,” she responds.
“Potato, po-tah-to. Still the same thing.”
“That is offensive. I am offended. How can you say that we are the same? We are nothing alike!”
“And thank the goddess for that!” Rina fires back. “Why anyone would delight
