My breath caught in my throat. I was trapped, cornered by someone who could apparently control minds. "Please," I whispered, "I really don't know what you're talking about. Just let me go. This is starting to feel very rapey. What kind of man enters the restroom a woman is using?"
He shook his head, a mirthless chuckle escaping his lips. "It doesn't work like that. Especially when you're a terrible actress. You aren't supposed to know about any of this. About us."
"Us?" I repeated, my voice barely audible. "You mean... witches?"
Tony's eyes narrowed, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "So you did hear everything."
"Stop teasing her," a third voice chimed in, clear and sharp.
The voice was female, but it wasn't Trisha's, and it was coming from inside the bathroom. But there were only
