"Isabella Aria De Luca!" An old woman in a shapeless black dress and thick black stockings stood in the doorway. Her oversized head with its gray helmet-like hair bobbed on her wrinkly, skinny body, and her stare could frighten children.

I pressed back into the couch cushions. Sure, I wasn't a child, but I'd filled my quota on dangerous witch encounters for today, so why push my luck and call attention to myself?

Isabella eeped. "Nonna."

Antonia's eyes narrowed in ...