Chapter FourteenLena was astounded by how well the dress fit and that a pair of matching sandals had appeared on her feet before she exited the bathroom. She had to hand it to the woman. The witch had fashionable tastes.
Before looking for the others, Lena went to the front door to look out at the night sky. When the itching started on her arms, she ran deeper into the house. In the kitchen, with no moon in sight, the itching quickly subsided.
Calix found Lena seated at Topper’s kitchen table with her head in her hands. He sat across from her. “Do you hate me now?”
“No, but I probably should,” Lena said, lifting her head to glare. His hair was shaggy, and he was wearing someone’s old t-shirt and jeans. Calix looked sexy as hell. Damn it. “Are those your clothes?”
“No,” Calix said, look
