Maureen crossed the parking lot of the abandoned airport to an area on the side of the warehouses Dimitri had promised to designate for the witches’ rituals. She assumed it was a way to placate her for the time being, but she had no intention of looking the gift horse in the mouth. The witches needed an area to perform their rituals; one that was out of sight from curiosity seekers.
The evening breeze whipped her white robe around her legs as she walked, causing her to hold the sides to keep it from tripping her. She left Oliver at the house, the i***t pacing the floors and twisting his hands into knots over his stupidity in waiting too long to call her. If he would have gotten over his distrust of her sooner, perhaps the Order wouldn’t have been able to kidnap Liberty.
As Maureen enter
