Holly
Her mind reeled with the night’s events. She sat on her bed, eating a bag of Oreos, and stared at the TV on her dresser but not able to pay attention to the images on the screen.
“You’re going to get fat.” Finch sat in the windowsill and watched her eat. His chartreuse eye reflected the light a little brighter than the blue one, giving him an eerie look.
“Shut up.” Holly still hadn’t been able to replace his bell on his collar and hadn’t had time or energy to work another spell.
“You don’t really believe that the dryad can help, do you? I know you’re dumb but I didn’t think you’d be so naive. He’s just as powerless as you to fix this.” Finch stretched, arching his back as he did so and hopped up on to the bed. “It’s blood magic. There is no breaking it. I’m stuck with you
