CHAPTER 17: THE OWNER

"Why did you leave him?" Serena asked when I excused myself for a second and entered the washroom.

Opening the faucet, I faced her.

She's sitting at the closed toilet bowl with her arms and legs crossed.

"You're making me feel uncomfortable," I confronted her and fanned myself with my hand. "You don't just sit there and watch us do something private like we're some kind of a movie on a TV screen!" I yelled in whispers.

"Alright, just a question, what is a movie and TV screen?"

"Never mind, I'll explain it to you later. But can you not stare while we're doing the deed?" Almost begging on my knees, I frowned at her.

Out of all the witches I have read in children's books, Serena is one of a kind. A very curious type. Way too much that it shakes my comfort.

"This is probably the very right time to vanish in the air, you know?"

"Are you asking me to get lost?" Switching on her bitchy side, she lifted her white eyebrows on me.

I frankly want to tell her to buzz off, just like that. Only if