Daniel turned to the page as I looked over his shoulder. One word caught my eye.
"Witches?" I said. "Shouldn't this have been sent to me?"
"Not witches," he said, pointing. "Witch-hunters. An Italian cult of witch-hunters."
"Okay, so what's the connection to you? Your parents are Italian and you like fighting. Oh my God. You're a witch-hunter. I'm a witch. Hate to break it to you, Daniel, but if you're a witch-hunter? You're doing it wrong."
He gave me a sidelong smile. "Maybe it's not that kind of hunting."
"Then you're doing it wrong."
He laughed and we continued reading.
"Witches?" I said. "Shouldn't this have been sent to me?"
"Not witches," he said, pointing. "Witch-hunters. An Italian cult of witch-hunters."
"Okay, so what's the connection to you? Your parents are Italian and you like fighting. Oh my God. You're a witch-hunter. I'm a witch. Hate to break it to you, Daniel, but if you're a witch-hunter? You're doing it wrong."
He gave me a sidelong smile. "Maybe it's not that kind of hunting."
"Then you're doing it wrong."
He laughed and we continued reading.
( Kelley Armstrong )
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