Someone had apparently already started a betting pool on whether the fiancé would survive the week.
Baba Yaga approved deeply of community traditions.
She settled herself onto the stone harbour wall with a sigh, adjusting her aggressively shiny leg warmers while seagulls screamed overhead.
The sea stretched endlessly before her, calm on the surface.
But beneath
Magic churned.
Ancient.
Restless.
Awake.
Baba Yaga smiled slowly.
Because unlike the panicked locals rushing around the town, she wasn’t worried.
Not really.
Things always worked out eventually in Krakens Hole. That was the thing outsiders never understood. The town chose people. Claimed them. And once it did, the sea itself tended to become very protective.
Edith belonged now.
The Hollow had accepted her long before she grew purple hair and panic attacks in human form.
The witches liked her.
The familiars adored her, despite the complaining.
The guardians had allowed her to stay.
And apparently, one emotionally compromised Kraken bounty hunter had fallen headfirst into feelings about her.
Messy.
Very messy.
But Fate didsoenjoy a dramatic romance.
Baba Yaga leaned back slightly, watching waves crash against the cliffs below.
Somewhere out there, a very stupid fiancé and an even stupider twin were sailing away from the one place in the world where they might have remained safe.
And Spencer… oh, Spencer.
That male was going to becomeferal.
Baba Yaga cackled softly to herself.
A passing tourist immediately crossed the street.
Wise choice.
Behind her, the town buzzed louder as more gossip spread through the streets.
