“You speak abnormally for a simple woman,” James snarled, stepping forward. Wolfgang and Onyx intervened, putting hands on his shoulders. Marcelene crossed her arms and narrowed her brown eyes. “And you speak with a tongue of the devil. I’ll have no business with any of you.” She flicked judgmental stares over the men. “But please stop by the caldron outside my shop for some pumpkin-spiced brew.”
