“This is just confirmation of what we already know,” I say, “Rose is a witch. Witch fingers are supposedly very skinny.” Rose rakes me with a long yellow-green-eyed glare. “I hope you get athlete’s foot.” Lily’s eyes widen. “Don’t curse him, Rose.” I break out into a grin. There aren’t many times Lily sides with me over her sister. She likes to stay neutral for the most part. Rose, offended, turns on her sister, hands on her hips and her glare focused. “I’m. Not. A. Witch,” Rose says slowly and distinctly. Lily shakes her head and cringes. “Sorry. It slipped.” Funny thing is, I think if Rose
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