“I’m Frederica,” the girl said.
“H..” Honey coughed and cleared her throat, then sent the girl a smile over her shoulder. “Sorry. My name is Isabelle.”
The clothes reeked of thrift store and new clothes. Honey wondered if the girl could tell. She’d taken all the labels off and opened the new packages of underwear in the car in case someone watched her unpack, but she couldn’t fix the smell. To hurry things along, she took the little bag with her new toiletries out of the duffel bag, then dumped everything else inside the washer including the duffel bag. To further cover the smell, she poured more detergent over the top.
“Have you ever done laundry before?” the girl asked.
“Yep.” Honey turned a knob and pushed a button. It started, so Jessica must not have lied about that part.
“That’s a lot of detergent.”
Honey turned her back on the washer and gave her mysterious new friend a grin. “I like my clothes to smell clean. Were you going to wash something too?”
“Oh, no. I was just…” she waved toward the door.
Excerpt from Witch, Curse of the Hybrids Book 4
