Joaquin walks over to her, looking out the window, and sniffs. He smells the warlock for a second, and then the scent fades.
Francemia looks at him. “He’s gone. What reason would a warlock be here?”
“Sunshine, that’s a damn good question.” He looked at his watch. “Where is that son of a b***h? His ass was so damn determined to see me. He could at least arrive on time.” Joaquin contacted the guards at the front gate.
"Aren’t all warlocks evil?” Byron looks at Starr and Delilah entering the room with a bag. He was wondering what insects were in the bag.
“Warlocks are powerful and enigmatic beings with a wide range of magical abilities. But they’re not all evil.” Francemia holds her hand toward the bag.
Byron frowns and looks at her until he sees a piece of peanut brittle in he
