Chapter 14:
Kennedy half hoped the rising sun would cause the storm to weaken, but if anything it grew worse. “Take us over the Charles, I’m looking for a college student. I bet he is over the river.”
“Why?” Alleye asked while she banked north past the Millennium Tower.
“He struck me as one of those rich kids that go to MIT or Harvard.” Kennedy regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth.
She never realized she harbored so much hate in her heart for so many different people. The list seemed to have grown over the years. Had she grown to hate everyone and everything? Maybe it was the cold wearing on her heart. She wanted to be somewhere warmer, out of the snow.
Could a witch get seasonal affective disorder? The more likely answer was she was a bitter 327-year-old woman wrapped u
