Chapter eight: Back to Florida

Elsa zoomed in on Alexander as he down a cup of water. One after the other.

The movement of his fair adam apple was extremely eye catching, making Elsa have vile thoughts that she wasn't supposed to have.

She shook her head out of the gutters, then focused her gaze on him once more.

'Exactly what is wrong with me?' She narrowed her eyes dangerously. 'He couldn't have fed me a love potion when I was asleep, could he?'

'that could be true.' Elsa nodded at her deductions. "If werewolf exits, then so do witches. And if witches does exits then acquiring a love potion won't be a problem."

"What are you talking about?" Elsa jumped up when she noticed that Alexander was now in front of her. A brow lifted as he asked. "What do you need a love potion for?"

"Nothing." Elsa gave a quick reply. Flustered at the fact that she had spoken her last thoughts out loud.

'but then it's not like I owe him any explanation?'

Instead, she turned the conversation back to him. "Don't you have anything to