Clayton's POV:
Her shop was a normal-looking shop full of herbs and herbal medicines. We walked towards the back of the store and went through a door that led to the basement. She had a ton of candles lit all around her room. Some basic furniture, shelves along the wall with bottles that were probably filled with potions. She had other bookshelves full of magic books. I don't really read up on witches so a lot of what I'm looking at I couldn't really tell you what any of it was or why she would need rotted fingers in jars for. She did have a counter with a stovetop and a sink over on the one end. Probably where she mixes up her potions.
"Have a seat." She instructed and waved her hand at one of the chairs as she took a seat farthest away from me.
"Now, you try to bite me and I wi
