HECTOR BAYES

The girl was staring at me like I was crazy, and I reached up to palm the back of my hairy head, knowing I’d very possibly lost a few screws.

“Mr. Bayes,” The hag panted, looking like she was about to say something and trailing off when she saw the green-eyed girl who I felt come up behind me that was no doubt peeking over my shoulder to flip the witch off.

A bold move considering how many fingers display the coffee-colored hag owned.

“Jules, get the girls ready, undock the carriages, we're leaving immediately! The faster we get out the better!” I growled and the woman nodded,...