Josie stood there, looking into Rakesh's eyes and feeling like the air had been punched out of her lungs. She stumbled toward the couch, thankful her former patient was there to hold her up. The witch heard him shuffle to the kitchen and heard the sound of water running, but she could barely register anything around her. Not until a glass of water appeared in front of her, courtesy of a shy, awkward and rather handsome wolf shifter.
'Jesus, Carmichael! Focus!'
She fussed at herself as she nodded a thanks and took the glass. Rakesh was courteous enough to allow a few minutes to calm down before he ventured the question.
“I'm afraid to ask, but who or what is the Lazarus Collective?"
“A group of old friends." Josie answered bitterly before taking a drink of water. Off Rakesh's confused
