Author's pov.

Mrs Collins searched around as she wondered where Kristen and Gath had disappeared, her face filled with a mixture of curiosity and anxiety.

She took a glass of wine to ease the anxiety, but her anxiety increased as the Black witches walked in.

“Fuck,” she cussed as she took another glass. “Where the hell are you, guys,” she muttered as she turned back, reaching for her purse, and picking up her phone.

“We don't use that here,” a voice warned as it approached her.

“Otto,” she frowned as she turned to meet him.

He smiled. “How long has it been?”

“When I left or when the boy's parents...