Chapter 123 Bargaining With The Witch

• The witch stepped over the broken glass like she was floating, slow and deliberate, her eyes locked on me with that all-too-familiar gleam that said she was about to ruin my morning with nothing but her mouth.
• “Well, well, well,” she drawled, lips curled in a smirk as dangerous as it was distracting. “Look what the cat dragged in.” She planted both hands on her hips, hip cocked to the side in that infuriatingly smug way that made me want to throttle her.
• Behind her, the girl who opened the door scrambled to clean up the shattered glass like it was a crime scene.