Chapter 29
Vanya
I didn’t have time for the witch’s theatrics.
Not today.
The moment I stepped inside her dim little den, with its smoky smell of sage and sandalwood and a thousand suspicious jars stacked on crooked shelves, I raised a hand and marched right up to the counter.
“Where are my scents?” I snapped. “Hand them over. No small talk. No riddles. No weird life advice. Just. Give. Them. To me.”
The smile on the witch’s face faltered, but only a little. She leaned back, dragging a lazy finger along her pipe. “Keep your calm, darling. Bad energy spoils good magic.”
I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly saw last week’s trauma again. If only she knew how much chaos her last potion had caused me. Hot Freaking sensations. Showers. Saunas. Naked boys. Kross.
Freaking Kross.
The witch s
