“You’re a terrible influence, in general, but I do appreciate your survival skills,” Adion replied, jokingly. “Just bring her back alive.”
Finch, Remus, and the others on their team were standing next to him. They heard everything, while exchanging amused glances and the occasional mean joke.
“Bunch of bleeding hearts,” Finch snapped at us. “No wonder you’re stuck on the Rag Team. And no wonder we’ve had low ratings compared to other covens. Less feelings, more magic. Let’s be professional about things, okay?”
Ugh, the platinum hair and piercing blue eyes didn’t work too well with that sneer on Finch’s face. He irked me to unexpectedly high levels. “How old are you, Finch?” I asked him, as innocently as possible.
“What business is that of yours?” he shot back, scowling at me. I had a f
