Skeevy!
How dare he! As if his hunter's blood gave him permission to judge her!
Blood boiling, Greta swiftly measured out the ingredients for the spell - mouse tail, goat intestines, tongue of toad, smattering of bat wing – and turned it all into her large mixing bowl.
Skeevy!
Almost beside herself with rage, she strode to the window and peered out through the heavily curtained window.
No sign of him.
Yet.
She hurried back to the bowl, added a slash of her own blood and a puff of devil's breath.
Greta smiled grimly. She'd show that little bastard skeevy!