Kyle left the house on the hill and cut through the graveyard, reaching the main road as a heavy rain shower moved in. Damn it, he thought, as rain droplets soaked his head and trickled down to his scalp. I should have brought my jacket.
A bright green Mini pulled over to the side of the road beside him. Tempest rolled down the window and popped his head out.
“Come on, little apprentice, get in,” Tempest sighed impatiently. “Don’t you know us witches melt in the rain?” He giggled at his own joke.