Levi had been at Tricia’s house before, but not in an “official” capacity such as this. Yes, he’d become a confidant of sorts to Angela and Connor, but they didn’t interact with the elders as often as some might think, instead preferring to allow that trio of two witches and one warlock to manage the day-to-day affairs of the McAllister clan.
Now he sat on a comfortable overstuffed chair, while the three elders took their seats on a large beige linen couch. Although Tricia had poured sparkling water with lemon for everyone, none of them seemed inclined to drink. Bryce’s blue eyes were still crackling with angry fire, while Allegra’s usual air of detached bewilderment seemed stronger than usual. Tricia herself appeared calm and collected, not one hair out of place in her red bob. Even so,
