The Devil Made Me Brew It (The Witches of Wayward Bay)

by Sarah Piper

Help is a tricky thing. What starts off as generosity can easily turn into obligation and resentment. And no matter how genuine and well-meaning everyone is at the start, that’s precisely the kind of stuff that destroys relationships. Tears glaze my eyes.

All without placing so much as a dishtowel over his dangling bits. “You are literally a walking health code violation right now!” I follow him inside, Grumpy and Sunshine slinking in behind me because when it comes to the Devil's antics, somehow my formerly antisocial cats have come down with a case of FOMO and can’t leave his side. “I can’t believe you were out there naked in front of all those people!”