“Did you just throw Willie Wonka at him?” I ask. Her mouth quirks, and my heart skips a beat. Freya just almost-smiled for me. It feels like the first drop of rain in a drought. “He’s lucky I didn’t throw him a Frankie curse.” Ren’s girlfriend, Frankie, has a witchy vibe and a colorful penchant for pointing her cane like a wand at offending parties and tossing hexes their way. I was more expecting Freya to toss her glass of whatever she’s drinking right in his face.
