"Her name is Violet, you witch," I scowled, not liking the way she addressed her.
"And my name is Maggie, you wolf," she, too, scowled. We glared at each other for a good minute, clearly not liking being in each other's presence, but had no other choice but to be here. She needed my money, and I needed her knowledge. "You'll need your Violet to stop the ritual," she repeated.
"Why?"
Though I'd intended to inform Violet of what I discovered today, I had no intention of taking her with me to the village. I didn't want to put her in any more danger, knowing full well that dealing with black witches would be dangerous.
