Chapter Fourteen
"Are you sure you're okay with me going?" I ask Daphne for the hundredth time.
"Of course. I don't want to listen to Ryan whinging that he missed out on a date with his dream girl because I'm ill."
"I don't think he'll blame you. He knows what happened." something that hasn't left my mind since. I know it's my fault she's in bed like this.
"Mona, go on your date. Realise that I'm fine, and there's nothing bad come of us trying a little bit of magic." She gives me a stern look. She does that a lot, actually. I think the worst bit about it is that it works. "Did you bring what I asked for?"
I roll my eyes, but pull a kitten out of my bag and plop it down on her chest. "I brought Ginger, she's the most peaceful." And also the easiest to catch. I hadn't been in the mood t
