FROM the front door Becca watched her mate pacing from one corner of the house to another. Mira has this small satchel in her hand.
The small woman is muttering in her breath that Becca was not able to pay attention to. As the witch murmur she also scatter powdered substance that she dig up from the satchel.
Becca returned to the kitchen when her mate disappeared from her line of sight. She must be in the other corners of the house doing the same voodoo magic like she did in the front of the cabin.
When she went back to the front door, Mira is already there. Holding the mugs of coffee in hand she moved towards the four sitter garden set.
She put the mugs on top of the gray marbled table. She sat in one of the chairs made of steel.
Becca pulled the petite woman. Still on her feet,
