"I'm pretty sure she's an evil witch," was Miranda's response, which was rich coming from a devoted pagan who still called herself a witch despite knowing the truth of the world. (Maybe even because she knew the way of the world, actually. If belief made gods exist then why would belief also make human magic work?) "In which case, she might curse your new friend. I don't need to find out we live about Baba Yaga."
Miranda stroked her sister's hair after she lay down, a small smile on her features. Sometimes she wished she could just keep her safe inside this apartment forever, but she knew this was just the way it was.