'This way.' Deborah snorts after a moment of disbelief and blinking. Her manner cold and stiff. I can tell she s only biting her tongue because Cora has probably pre-warned her in a gentle way not to piss me off
We walk back up the creaking porch steps and into the house, her urging us to follow, so we do. Passing glances to one another as we are enveloped in what feels like a haunted house attempt at creating a witches stereotypical dwelling. It s decorated in the same over the top manner as the facade outside and I choke on the strong smell of incense burning in every room. Overkill.
'Trying to choke intruders to death before they get over the threshold?' I cut in with a sardonic smile, wafting my hand in front of my face to clear a breathable path. Deborah throws me a look that clea
