(Sorry I forgot last week. Thank you for being patient with me!) The next morning I awoke with the distinct urge to not get out of bed all day. I felt ever so slightly guilty for being mean to Chase. He’d just lost his brother, after all, and here I was holding on to a year-long grudge. Feeling defeated, I squirmed out of my bedding and got up. I opened the messy closet in my otherwise spartan room, then quickly settled on jeans and a white tee-shirt, clothes I wouldn’t mind
The moon was high in the sky by the time we pulled up to Devin’s. It had been a disgustingly long day, but I had a feeling we were just getting started. Jason and Devin were both waiting by the front door as we parked, and approached the vehicle before we could all climb out. Devin reached me first, ire flickering in his blue eyes. He blocked my way before I could walk past him. “What the hell made you think it was a good idea to visit the witches?” I put my hands on my hips.