I sipped at my fresh beer the kind waiter dropped off just as Piper took the seat Zephira had vacated a few moments ago. Her guitar case thudded on the ground next to her, black skirt brushing the ground, anger flashing in her dark eyes. I'd always heard that term, how anger can flash in someone's eyes. I had never actually seen it before now. Piper had the whole flashing and eye thing down to a science. Or a spell? Maybe that was her magical power. "What did she want?"
Pretty obvious who the Goth goddess referred to. And okay, so I'd fired her up. Maybe this was a good thing. I might actually get some real information out of her at last. "To introduce me to the real witches of PEI." Sarcasm much?
Piper set her jaw, that belligerent kind of frustration I knew all too well personally. May
