We all shuffled back to the table and the somber mood vanished. The table was crowded, and Rhett and I sat so close our legs pressed together. Gran made herself a plate and ate while everyone gabbed about the events of the last month.
Oliver told her about coming home with Chrys and how they found me tending to Rhett. Rhonda told her about the potion we made, and how excited she was to do something different from her daily magic. Chrys talked about what had been happening in the coven, how difficult it’s been without Gran, and how hard she’s been searching for her.
I stayed silent and nodded along, listening to their perspective on the story. Oliver glazed over Chrys wanting to kill Rhett. Or how no one believed me when I told them about the dark witch. They failed to mention the crow, a
