Bridget’s POVHelen’s friend met us at the door after a long night of driving. She was a little bit older with spiky purple hair. She must have been sleeping when we ran the bell because she came down in her red robe, still tying it together to cover her nakedness and rubbing her eyes. She didn’t look like any witch I’ve ever met. She didn’t have that mysterious aura around her. She seemed ordinary, but with a quiet strength like the kind of person you did not want to ambush in a dark ...