Liz plopped down on the loveseat beside me. “What the hell is going on?”

I was wrapped up in a blanket with some stupid rom-com on TV that I was giving very little attention to. I sighed. “It’s hard to explain,” I said. Realistically, it wasn’t that hard of an explanation. Silas wasn’t sure if he could accept the fact that I was a witch. Actually, it had been three days, and I hadn’t heard from him, so I was pretty sure I had my answer.

“It can’t be that ...