The Miracle Luna
She held on a second longer before stepping back and saying, “Now hurry up. I’m starving.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I said with a smirk, turning back to finish up.
A few minutes later, we were sitting at the small table, plates in front of us—scrambled eggs, buttered toast, and slices of cheese. Nothing fancy, but it hit the spot.
Davina chewed dramatically and pointed her fork at me. “I saw Gabriel leaving earlier. Did he abandon us here? Be honest. Did the man just say ‘peace out, witches’ and dip?”