Not just a witch, but a witch with shape-shifting ability. Your pick-up line could use some work. Does Sarah know you’re delusional?” Larissa was pissed off and babbling, but she couldn’t help it; the idea was so absurd.She was mostly angry because up until this point, she’d really liked Zane. Now she was thinking he was just another nutter. Unfortunately, that hadn’t negated her physical attraction to him.They had stopped at a bench along the Thames, and she sat eyeing him in utter disbelief. He stood poised, surveying their surroundings. The rain must have stopped some time ago. The seat was dry and the streetlights only illuminated a few small puddles around them. The early spring evening was unseasonably warm after the recent rain. Nearby, Big Ben chimed seven o’clock.When they’d started walking toward the riverfront, Zane began to tell her a tale of gypsy magic. It was like one of her grandmother’s old stories, but none of those had ever concluded with Larissa being a witch.
