Fifty-five:
Zaan Pulfer
Crimson had finally kissed me. I could still feel her lips on mine. Now though, we had another problem. We had to get to her family to make certain that we were safe. I went to the center of the camp where my mother and The High Priestess had been sitting by the bonfire that the witches kept going on the regular with magic. Crimson followed me.
“You look happy,” said Olivia, “that’s not what I expected to see.”
I glanced at Crimson. “Well, I’m just glad that she’s back.”
Olivia narrowed her eyes. “Did you two kiss?”
Crimson coughed. No blood came up though, which was good. It was more a cough of awkward solidarity. “Yes,” Crimson said, “I did kiss him. I was grateful for everything that he had d
