I looked behind me to see who was at the door. Nate had said that he had a friend who was a witch. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I hadn’t met a witch before. All sorts of visuals were coming to mind. Long back hair, a pointy hat, a pentacle necklace, and a broomstick. I really had no clue.
When my eyes met hers, I was pleasantly surprised. She looked like she was my age. She looked nothing like the witches that I had seen in snippets on the television while cleaning in the packhouse.
And then she stood there, arms crossed, and told me that she had been expecting me. Wait what? I looked at her in shock. How could she be expecting me? I wasn’t even expecting me. Coming here was completely accidental. We were running for our lives at the time from the goddess knows who. Although if I were
