Chapter 78

“Yesterday.” Aileen’s shoulders slumped.

“Are you sick?”

The witch shook her head. “It was either food or rent.”

Tasia grabbed a small stack of leftovers from Dana and walked to the dining room. She hooked her free arm around Aileen’s shoulders and shepherded the witch back to the table. The werewolf sat down and opened up the styrofoam boxes to reveal the uneaten meals.

“You’re eating with me.” Tasia made a show of pulling out a chair for both of them.

“I can’t eat this,” Aileen protested, but Dana had already procured a pair of forks and had brought them to the table.

“Why not?” Tasia’s voice softened.

Aileen’s eyes teared up, but she didn’t answer. Instead, she picked up a fork and started in on some pancakes. The witch ate slowly, as if afraid that she might become sick. Tasia looked up at Dana with a fierce light in her eyes, but said nothing. When Aileen noticed that nobody else was eating, she made an odd sound in her throat.

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