“She looked at him. Then she looked at the table stacked with books. Her lips curved in a wicked smile. “If you want us to keep pretending that you’re sorting old books whenever we come by to chat, you shouldn’t slam them on the table. We all know you wouldn’t do that to a book that was truly ancient and fragile.” He closed his eyes and promised himself that he would not whimper. “You all know ?” “Well, I don’t think any of the boyos have figured it out, but all of the coven knows.” May the Darkness have mercy on me. “Come on, Papa. Let’s go bwaa ha ha.”
Book:Tangled Webs
