Sebastian’s POV.
“How did I not realize they are witches?” Beatrice murmurs.
I step into Canaries behind her. Above us, a bird calls as the door pats shut. She hovers there in the entry as if unsure she will be welcomed back to the coffee shop. My hand glances along the curve of her back nudging her forward.
“The hair is a dead giveaway.” I bend close to her ear to say it low and quiet. She shivers. I don’t know if it’s me or her hesitance.
“No, it’s the clothes. They are trying too hard to look human.”
“Stop equivocating,” I smirk.
This earns me a glare over her shoulder, but she frogmarches forward.
Outside, the chalkboard sign reads:
Soup of the Day: Tears of Our Enemies
Okay, so fair—her hesitance has merit.
It’d been my suggestion we meet at Canaries. It’s away from the glare of my uncle Silas and a convenient side-step from Myra or anyone else who believes what I announced—that Beatrice Hathaway is my girlfriend.