Savannah’s brows lifted in surprise. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
I rolled my eyes. “You heard me.”
“Well, I can’t be sure. You’ve never said anything like that to me before. I might be hallucinating.”
“I said you’re right, you witch.”
“No, you’re the witch. I’m an empath,” she shot back dryly.
“You’re also a smart ass,” I grumbled.
Savannah laughed again. “That’s true too, but only because you corrupted me.”
“And I’ve taught you well. Now, we have work to do.”
She was grinning again when I pulled back the curtain and two intense male gazes turned toward us. She even chuckled quietly.
“Shut it,” I whispered as I stepped out of the reading room.
The soft giggle subsided at my words, but I knew she was still smiling.
I nodded to Harrison and Macgrath and went back to the table I’d been arranging. I could feel the weight of their stares on my back and suppressed a shiver.
Only time would tell if I made a mistake in choosing to interact with Macgrath.
Hopefully it wouldn’t be a fatal one.
