Chapter 19 THE BED IS TOO SMALL FOR TWO

The bed was too small for two.

It was a small bed for one witch. It was not made for one witch and one black cat who used to be a 19-year-old boy and now had a gold collar that glowed like a night light.

Virelle fell asleep fast. Fixing roofs and almost-sneeze-kisses and Mr. Finch makes witche...

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