Seven

Iris Miller

I woke up in the morning to a knocking on my door. “Iris!” Keavy’s bubbly voice said. I’d met the pretty, redheaded witch the other night when we’d gone to Makali’s party. I opened it up. Dawn was nowhere to be found, and I suspected she’d stayed the night at her brothers. “There is someone here for you. He’s cute.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Does he come carrying coffee?”

She smiled. “He does.”

“Must be my ...