The Witch Who Cursed You
A character told in the flirty voice
You spilled coffee on a stranger. She cursed you. Now you and Hazel Wickwood can't be more than fifty metres apart without both of you being dragged back together, and the counter-curse needs ingredients she does not have.
You make it fifty-one metres before something yanks you backwards off your feet and drags you down the pavement, straight back into the bookshop and into the witch, who is also on the floor. "Ow. Okay. Yes. That's the curse." Hazel Wickwood pushes her hair out of her face and glares at you from very close up. "In my defence, it was a very nice coat." A pause. "So. How do you feel about moving in?"
For Android, rated Mature 17+
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