{MIRA}
"It wasn't me," Janelle repeated for the hundredth time as we all stared at the damage done to the trees.
I wanted to be annoyed with her, but I knew what it was like to always be on the defensive. To know that if anything went wrong, everyone would be looking at you.
That didn't mean that I trusted Janelle, but in this, I trusted her. She didn't see any lingering magic, and neither did I.
Shiloh and Amelia were trying to pinpoint Asher's whereabouts. We'd been to what looked like the start of whatever had happened, although none of the evidence made sense. The woods were completely normal until whatever happened in this spot. Had a car drop the beast off? There were no tread marks.
Had something dropped from the sky?
"Nobody thinks it was you, Janelle, but if you keep saying that, we might have a different opinion," Finn snapped.
Janelle's eyes narrowed in his direction. Good. I was happy to see the witch with a little backbone.
