Chapter 8: Witches Are Bitches

Claire's POV:

Opening the door I step inside to see everyone already sitting down causing me to hold my breath.

"Claire Thompson" Elias' voice rang out in a taunting manor as he turned in his chair to look at me "you're late" his words rang out with venom lacing them, causing me to swallow.

"I'm sorry sir, I did not mean to be" I stated in a quiet voice hoping for everyone's attention to be off of me.

"This behavior is punishable" Elias started but a woman cleared her throat from beside him catching my attention.

The woman stood up a soft smile on her face "hello, you must be Claire" she said her voice coming out sweet and soft like honey catching me off guard.

His hair was a deep red making her tan skin look paler, her face was like a rounded triangle with purple hues dancing in her eye's.

She wore tighter clothing, her shirt being a tight button up with a tight black pencil skirt while her husband Elias stayed in the long trench coat, the same one I met him in.

I have to admit she w