“And that is how a witch is felled,” Tedros whispered to Agatha. “Gourmet dining.”
Agatha nuzzled into his chest as they watched Sophie and Rhian kissing intensely.
“I remember when we were like that,” Agatha sighed.
“What do you mean ‘were’?” said Tedros, sweeping her up in his arms and kissing her as he carried her.
“Oh, put me down,” said Agatha.
“You told me to put you down when I carried you at school and then you fainted and Sophie turned into Satan and we almost died,” said Tedros, clasping her tighter. “So request denied.”
Agatha relaxed in his arms. “I love you, Tedros.”
“I love you, Agatha.”