(April’s POV)
“I don’t like the looks of this, babe.” Alex said as he looked behind us to where the other three vehicles were. The reason for his alarm was because on the road in front of us stood thirteen witches, all of them dressed in black, some wearing cloaks, all with hoods over their heads.
“Win? You and me.” I said, causing Alex’s gaze to snap in my direction so fast I thought his neck was going to break, there for a second. He was being so dramatic right now. Seriously.
“No. Babe, you promised! No fighting.” I rolled my eyes at him. That’s not exactly what I promised, but even if it were, he’s overreacting. “I have no intention of fighting, Zan. But someone has to see what they want and Winter and I are the only two their magic can’t harm.” I pointed out in a huff.
He didn’t
