Rhyson
It took us three days to get to the witch’s den. When I asked why she couldn’t just zap us there with her magic again, everyone glared at me, and it wasn’t until we reached the den that I knew why.
Lunessa hadn’t been expecting us.
“No. Absolutely not. Did you drive here? What the hell, Kiana? You can drive right back out,” she snarled, and tried to slam the door shut, but Jenson stuck his foot in it last minute and opened it up. The witch drew back her arm, as if to fling magic at him, and Irene cleared her throat.
“Hello, cousin,” Kiana said cheerfully when Lunessa dropped her arm, and she bustled us all inside. The den looked no better than the last time we’d seen it, and I couldn’t figure out where we would be staying. “We’ve got a lead on one of Claudine’s followers, and we
