Wicked Witches 07.5 - Christmas Witch
“Thistle asked, peering out the car window. She was in the back seat with Clove. Bernard’s magical trail took us farther away from Walkerville than I would have liked.“Traverse City,” I replied, my eyes scanning the frozen Grand Traverse Bay. “We’re in Traverse City.”“Why would he come here?” Bay asked from the passenger seat. “You can’t even swim now.”That was a very good question. “I don’t know,” I said, following the trail as it led me around the bay and toward Traverse City’s hospital district. The moment I saw Munson Medical Center pop into view, my heart sank. “Is he in the hospital?” Clove asked, recognizing the building. “Maybe he is dead after all.”“I told you,” Thistle said.“You told us he would be in a ditch,” I shot back. “He’s clearly not in a ditch.”“He’s probably dead in the hospital,” Thistle argued. “I was half right.”When I realized the magical line extended past the hospital, I stuck my tongue out so Thistle could see it in the rearview mirror.
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