Chapter 211

I opened my mouth—God help me, I was about to say it—when the porch light suddenly flicked on.

“AHEM!”

We both froze.

Lara’s voice rang out, sing-song and smug as hell: “Don’t mind me, lovebirds. Just grabbing some water. Carry on with your… witchcraft.”

I wanted to die.

Nathaniel groaned, head drop...

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