Twisted Fates
Archer said dryly.
Clarissa frowned. For the first time, she sniffed the toxic scent of black magic that permeated the air. A witch was here. Were they spying on her or something?
“No,” Sam was saying. “You need to believe me. Her twin sister was here.”
Clarissa bit her lips. “Calm down. I’m not a twin.”
“You were hallucinating man. I believe you have gotten too much to drink. Come let’s go home.”
Archer, Sam, and Clarissa bundled into the car, with Sam in the back seat. Archer had prohibited him not to drive because he had no idea how drunk the man was.