Emma
I lift the cup to my lips, taking a small sip while I’m being observed by everyone.
Even though I haven’t indeed had anything to drink the entire day and my throat is feeling dry, it isn’t screaming for the beverage. Quite the contrary, my throat is constricting, making me force the warm gulp of tea down painfully.
“It is delicious,” I compliment, taking another swift sip in the hopes I will get over drinking it quickly.
The witch beams up as she takes her seat back into the armchair she had already welcomed us in. “Oh, I am so glad to hear that.”
“So,” Kai shifts on his feet, keeping himself from pacing impatiently. “We were told you have an address for us?”
The witch sways her teacup, looking at us and then at Hilda with a questioning expression. “An address? I don’t know
