Chapter 122
He edged his face close in to Zale's and Zale flinched.
"Boo," Ari said with a hard smile and fired a shadow like a punch into Zale's abs. His sweet spot. The raku gasped and disappeared, dead.
With a flick of his hand, Ari caught Zale's fedora before it hit the ground and flipped it onto his head.
Ugh. I winged my used EpiPen at him, where it hit his shoulder and then clattered to the ground. "Seriously?"
Ari cocked his head at the bar's back door. "Ready to go in?"
Not hardly after his baby Drio torture impersonation.
Picking up the EpiPen, I exchanged it for a nubby joint from the tiny purse slung across my body, slid a bobby pin from my hair, and fastened it on as a holder before lighting up.
I exhaled a long column of smoke into the warm May night, my skin returned to its normal Snow White complexion.
"We'll find the witches another way," Ari said.