“Who gave you the right to read my journal?” Gavin asked in a stern voice.
“You did, last night,” was the reply from Kyle.
“I was drunk! You’re using it against me,” Gavin said while narrowing his eyes, and approached Kyle.
Kyle looks over the edge of the journal book, and smiles some, “Sit down. Besides, you read mine last night. Also, I wouldn’t call this a journal. It seems more like a book of shadows. I knew you dabbled in Witchcraft, but I didn’t think you were this serious abou