“Well, do come in, won’t you?” Dia asked. “We’ve just finished a new pot for all of you.”

My eyes darted to the table again, catching three empty tea cups as the sound of a whistling kettle sounded off behind us. Something pushed my feet to move a few steps forward, allowing the door to close on its own behind us. Aiden and Clyde looked equally ruffled, glancing down at their own bodies before all three of us looked back at the witches.

Aurora stood up first, silky black hair ...