Tabitha smiled as she stood over an altar that hadn’t been there last time. “I knew you’d eventually be here with this request.”
The living room was dark, flickering candles throwing shadows across the walls. Petals were scattered everywhere, a strange scent hung in the air, and a silver bowl sat on a stand covered in a velvet curtain draping down.
Selene walked forward to see what Tabitha was doing, inhaling the aroma rising from the bowl.
“You’re already preparing it?” she asked, letting go of Ethan’s hand and taking a cautious sniff. Cinnamon and thyme were strong, with hints of lavender. Somehow, it didn’t seem as scary as she had imagined.
“Of course. This takes two days to put together, but you are right on time,” Tabitha said, beaming as she stirred the small pool of clear water
