CHAPTER 112

CHARLOTTE'S P.O.V We all sat in silence while Greg sketched. Logan made tea for me while we waited. Adamaris muttered something about how chivalry is dead since Logan didn't make one for her too. This led Logan to mutter about how witches should get their own mates to do things for them. They kept on trading back and forth quips between themselves until Greg muttered something about how he was close to stabbing his ears with his pencil. I giggled and they both shot me looks as if I had betrayed them. A little over half an hour later, Greg was done with the sketch and when I saw it, I was taken aback by how life like it looked. He got every single feature of her perfectly, from the slight crookedness of her nose to the fullness of her lips and even down to the meanness of her smirk. After staring at it for a while, I passed it on to Adamaris. She took one look at it and cursed. 'Do you know her?" I asked and she nodded. 'She used to be in my coven," she said slowly as she folded t