September 23, 2016 by triscellepublishing
Because … that necklace is weird.
Hazel trailed Poppa Bear into a larger room with arcane symbols, shapes, and bookshelves. “Uhm, I got it at Bunny’s during lunch.”
“You went to another store!” Poppa turned back to her, “but you’re my customer! I don’t care if your dorky sister works there, you are my customer, Hazel. Bunny and I have a deal, she gets the old angel lady contingent and I get the cool witches, Vincents, and rich weirdos north of Houston.”
She noticed Poppa Bear pout a little.
“Sorry.” Hazel said. “Now, please tell me where we are, Poppa Bear.”