As it turns out, even Marcus can't get his hands on any sort of artifact to change my appearance. The decision is made to invite the strange and mysterious witch of Logan's past.
I wasn't sure what to expect, as jealousy keeps popping up every few heartbeats to remind me of its existence. What comes through the penthouse elevator is… nothing like I imagined.
I stare at the wheelchair getting stuck on the edge of Logan's plush rug, my mind momentarily blank with shock. This is the infamous witch from Logan's past? This ancient crone with wispy gray hair and a face so wrinkled it resembles wadded-up tissue paper?
"Here, let me help." I hurry forward, kneeling to press down the edge of the rug so her wheels can clear it.
She smacks her armrest with a bony hand and sighs dramatically. "Cheap always comes with a hidden price." Her voice crackles like burning paper.
