When I got home from The Belly Up Diner, I found a pink, flower-perfumed envelope in my mailbox. The return address read Anything Goes.

My stomach sank. At the same time, a weird sense of hope made me hot and cold all over. I thought I wanted a coven to help me better myself as a witch, but I wasn't so sure the Anything Goes were for me. What if they were, though? I could adapt. Sort of. Okay, not really.

I returned to my apartment and cracked the window above the window ...