God, it stinks,” I said, hand over my nose as he pulled me into a long step. Al strode forward, head high. “It’s the stench of bureaucracy, my itchy-witch, and why I chose to go into human resources when but a wee lad.

Do you have a sleeping bag?” I stared at him. “No. I lost it in the great salt-dip of ’06.

Come on, Rachel!" Jenks shrilled. "You're a badass, not a bad witch!

If he betrays you, I will finish what I started with his fingers," he said, and I shivered. "Tell him that.

Did something happen to the sanctity of your church again?" My eye twitched. "Newt broke it so she could look in my closet." Again.

Tinks titties Rache Jenks

What was it with me and organized beatings, anyway?