Chapter 44

Arabella's PoV

I had just finished cooking for the witches. My back ached, alongside everywhere else on my body. I screamed inwardly because of the pain I was facing but outside, I laughed.

"What do you think of the meal?" I asked Mary. The Mary with less hair on her head. She cackled again and as I had come to learn, I understood that she liked it.

I watched her dip her spoon inside of the plate of rice and scoop once.

The other Mary did not bother to use a spoon. She ate with her hands and I stood there, watching her tilt the bowel while it was on the table. She looked contented and happy. I like watching her.

"I see you're enjoying your meal, Mary" I was the first to speak. It had been a week since I stayed with them. Time went by really fast in their coven. I went out to buy some ingredients for a meal and was told three days had passed in the outside world, I wondered how they managed to understand the time difference.

"You cook well– even better than we who are witches, you sho