Alex sat, seemingly relaxed, arms folded across her chest, feet up on the desk, her eyes, boring into Carson. She still couldn't believe that someone, she'd started thinking of as a friend, would betray Logan the way Carson had. She seemed to think nothing of it, she'd walked into Winter House, a smile as greeting, a fake limp, and even more fake concern for Logan.
Carson sat, eyes fixed on a spot on the wall behind Alex's head, one leg crossed at the knee, hands lightly planted on her thighs. Alex thought she looked calm and relaxed, but the slight tremble in her foot gave her away. She wondered again, what drove Carson to this point, getting involved in murder, with a witch that wanted bad things to happen to good people.
"I'm not going to tell you anything," Carson said, finally bre
