Chapter 7
“They call me a good witch, whatever that means. Sure, maybe I’ve never killed anyone. And maybe I’ve never made a sacrifice to a denizen of the underworld. I’ve never cursed anyone … but I’m far from good.” ~Jezebel
“Gustavo, I’d like to speak to my mother,” said Anna.
He touched her chin gently and lifted her face so she was looking at him. “I’ll be right out here. If you need me, just call.” Gustavo leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead. She wanted to sink into his strength and warmth, but this talk was long overdue. She stepped away and walked past the two warlocks who’d begun picking up strewn debris left over from the fight and stacking it against the back wall of the Little Shop of Horrors. Anna entered the room and found Jezebel staring into space.
“Mom.”
