I told myself the entire trip to the old coven site this was a good idea. That Mom's faith in me wasn't misplaced, that only I could take care of this. That I was well trained, had shifted out of
the old Ethie and knew what I was doing. Two years and I'd be leader, after all. GreatGram had already made that very clear to Mom and to me. Ready or not, she was stepping down when I turned eighteen. No pressure or anything.
There was a time it felt like pressure. Now? Anything was possible and I would be ready.
Act one of my newfound sense of self was to turn this fight ring I'd taken part in building into a lesson the other kids would never forget. Part of the problem? How to do it without making enemies and/or terrifying them to the point this would turn into a disaster. Or having the lot
