Draven
I hurried back to the prom. The stupid Hags didn't even notice I was gone. They were too busy showing off their designer dresses. I rake my eyes over them, looking for any indication of blood. None was evident. I bet they used a spell to mask it. Well, I know how to rip that mask off, but I can't. I need to do what the Ravens asked of me. If anyone can control death, it is them. They are the direct hands of The Goddess. When they were trapped, so many souls met an untimely end. Now they can make sure that the right souls are taken at the right times.
I put my hand in my pants’ pocket and roll the coins around. I can feel the magic pulse within them. I wonder what fate will befall the Hags? I see Trisha looking around frantically. She must not know what is going on. I ask the Hags
