“How do you think Zellus is going to force the test, Mrs. Bishop?” I ask innocently, feeling the Hex shuffle nervously, but no one utters a single world. She looks at her husband for guidance, but he offers nothing in response since he’s as clueless as the rest of the Supernatural world. Exactly why I’m targeting my questions at her. I want her to see with her own eyes that she believed in the wrong man.
