“Why can’t you witches be normal and do sloppy joes or something?” I muttered.
Faith gave me a deadpan look. “There is nothing normal about sloppy joes. And no amount of stain removal spells in the world would make me eat one.”
I glanced at Sabine, but she was pretending to be engrossed in her painting again.
“Okay,” I said, but it sounded more like a groan. “Let’s go. See you, Sabine.”
“Bye!” she squeaked and then cleared her throat. “See you around.”
I felt Faith’s burning gaze as we trudged out of the art hut and toward the mess hall.
What Sabine and I had almost done was foolish. If we’d been caught by anyone other than Faith, Sabine would have gotten in trouble and I would’ve ruined her plans to leave Maple Hollow.
If we were going to do this, we needed to be sneakier. And I knew one thing for certain: There would be no escaping each other at this camp. I’d tried valiantly, and it had almost killed me.
No, Sabine and I wouldn’t be keeping our distance anymore.
We trudged across the now-vacant kickball field toward the mess hall. “Hey, Faith?”
“Yeah?”
“Friends can kiss occasionally, right?”
“What?” Faith asked with a laugh.
“Never mind.”
17
Sabine
Most days felt like they blurred together into one long, hot memory, but when I didn’t have to trek from one corner of camp to the other all day, time stood still. I loved to float in the lake, warmed by the blazing sun overhead.
Though, it would be more peaceful without rowdy campers around.
Two werewolf boys were trying to wrestle each other off the platform in the middle of the lake, which was shared between Camp Cryptwood, SCUW, and the Lycanthrope Wilderness Camp. I bent my knees, trying to keep from tumbling into the water.
Each supplied lifeguards to man it during the day, and today was my turn.
I didn’t know why Dagmar made me carry a lifesaver, considering I could just use my magic to levitate any struggling swimmers out of the water. I couldn’t hold that power for morethan a few minutes, but it was still long enough to get someone out of a dire situation faster than using a lifesaver from the 1950s.
My boredom was blissfully interrupted by two bodies swimming up from my side of the lake. I instantly noted Gwen’s short black hair as she grabbed onto the dock. Faith swam up right behind her, and I had the distinct impression by their freshly painted nails that she’d cajoled Gwen into some sort of bunkmate bonding day.
The wolf boys snickered as Gwen and Faith pulled themselves up.
“Well, if it isn’t the man-hating witches,” the taller one jeered.
“Your mom’s a witch, Felix,” I reminded him.
“Yeah, well . . .” Felix balked, all bravado. “While we’re at Lake Nevermore, witches are my archenemies.”
“Only children use words like ‘archenemies,’” I countered. “Are you a child?”
He frowned at me but shut his mouth. The last thing he wanted was an older witch ratting him out to his mother at the next coven meeting or threatening to call him a pup in front of his pack.
“I heard she turned her boyfriend into a toad,” Levi said, pointing at Gwen.
“And you better keep your mouth shut or I’ll turn you into one too,” Gwen said with a wink that made my stomach flip.
