Dread filled my belly, but I puffed up my chest and made my way up the stairs. There’s no reason to wait. I tried to tell myself something nice might be up there, but I knew in my gut that upstairs had to be Gran’s.
The spiral staircase was metal, and I gripped the railing with all my strength. Gran’s voice played on repeat in my mind, announcing Chrys would be the new matriarch. Rage burned in my belly like wildfire, spreading up to my heart, and I swore I could breathe fire.
How could she let the coven accuse Rhett of Meredith’s death? She has influence; she could’ve stopped them if she wanted. I ground my teeth together and stomped up the stairs. Part of me hoped she would be up there so I could banish her for good this time.
Does she care about me so little? She couldn’t try to save
