19: Warnings

Anyra

“Who is that?” Frida says with surprise. “I didn’t sense him through the spell,” her voice is filled with more concern over the fact her spell hadn’t warned her than who their visitor was.

“Logan,” I mumble with dread.

My mom’s lips are pressed so hard together that they nearly disappear on her freckled face.

Even Jenna looks about half past alarmed, her dark face a shade lighter.

The truck stops in ...