part 1/? (x)
The first time Andrew sees Neil, he walks right out of the door.
“No.”
His tone is final. Wilds doesn’t seem to register it.
“Andrew, please,” she says.
Her words are at odds with the grim determination on her face. Probably she’s trying to be polite. Andrew doesn’t have time for fake politeness. They want something from him, and he won’t deliver: they’re done, as far as he’s concerned.
“You didn’t hear me,” he says. “No.”
The man—the witch—is still behind him, slumped in the chair they dumped him in and barely conscious.
“You don’t have to touch him,” Renee says, sliding in between Andrew and Dan. “Your presence is enough.”
The others around the room fidget, uncomfortable.
Witches.
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