Chapter 63 Bumping Into The Witch

• Lucy’s POV
• Lance’s arm remained draped possessively over mine as we strolled across the courtyard, his touch both protective and casual. I should have been happy—should have let the moment wash away everything else—but a shadow tugged at the back of my mind. I had seen the look on Kenneth’s face before I turned away: that raw mix of pain and jealousy. It lingered in me, a tiny ache that refused to fade. Still, my conscience reminded me sharply that he was engaged—to none other than Patricia, the witch herself.
• And, as if the universe had been waiting for her cue, speak—or rather, think—of the devil, and she appears.