Book Three: Chapter 49

“No, don’t worry about it.” He was about to tell her a lot of things, things that weren’t going to make sense, and he felt that starting with a society of witches trying to break into his house would be a bad idea. “It’s a long story, but we’ll get around to it eventually.”

“So what did you need my help with?” Beth asked. Today she wore a white blouse with a black pencil skirt that clung tightly to her thighs. She had black shoes to match, and her hair had been pulled up into a bun. Beth, as usual, was a vision to behold, but something was off about her. Mike just stared at her for a few seconds, wondering where to begin. He felt antsy, appraising Beth once more. Why couldn’t he shake the danger sense in his gut?

“It’s complicated,” Mike told her, unsure of how to continue. “I want to show you something.” He walked into the living room, standing next to the fireplace. He picked up the doll he had set on the hearth. “Do you remember when I gave you this?” He held it out.<