Rose’s POV
“Then let’s fix that.” The woman says smiling at me.
“Wait, aren’t you the woman from the picture in the locket?” I ask her.
“Of course I am.”
“Who are you?” I ask.
“We’ll get to that. For now why don’t we have some dinner and we can talk all about it.” She keeps smiling. It’s almost creepy. She snaps her fingers and dishes and cups come out of the cabinets and on to the table. I just stand there in awe watching things move without being touched. Magic is awesome.
“Now, let’s have a seat.” I look over at Dean and I can feel him being wary. I take his hand and lead him to the table. At this point we don’t have much of a choice, I need answers. We take a seat at the table and the woman ladles out the soup she made into the bowls. It smells wonderful and I’m actually pret
