Caris, Analise and Nedra sat in a secluded corner of a restaurant drinking black coffees, mimosas for a bit of the hair of the dog and brunch late Saturday morning. They were hungover and Caris’ heart was still hurting from everything she had learned the day before.
Caris was listlessly picking at the fruit on her plate, annoyed the French toast on her plate didn’t compare to the ones Malachi had made her at the cabin in Big Sur. “Stupid asshole ruins everything,” she muttered for the hundredth time as she stabbed a blueberry.
“My head is frickin’ pounding,” Analise whispered from behind dark glasses. “Why did we drink that fourth bottle of wine?”
“I’m more concerned about how Caris is now practicing magic like an ancient Celtic Druid.” Nedra grimaced as she looked over the other two wo
