Chapter 125: Jo

While Darby nosed the microscopic print in her book, Cal and I stepped back into the kitchen, him to the refrigerator, me to the window above the sink.

What was Leigh doing right then? Had the Sorceresses come to the graveyard yet? Was Leigh winning the battle? I hoped so. Goddesses, I hoped so. But not knowing was the absolute worst.

Darkness took the final slice of sunlight, and I squeezed my eyes shut to will it back again. I tapped my fingers on the edge of the sink in a stupid attempt to speed up time when both Leigh and Mr. B. would be back with us where they belonged. We should've at least asked for Mr. B.'s cell number to check up on him.

From this angle, I couldn't tell if the hawthorn branches and lilac petals still circled our house, but with zero wind, they couldn't have really gone anywhere. Still, I had to check on them, to do something. This waiting was killing me.

"Cal, I'm just going to open the screen - " I turned and leaped back with a sharp yelp.