“My wife’s out there, probably being tortured by your twisted sister, and all you’re worried about is forming some coven.” Oliver paced back and forth in her cabin, and it took all Maureen had not to shove him into the wall. “That was time we could have spent searching for her. What did last night accomplish, anyway? Was it worth it?”
Maureen sat at the kitchen table, holding her head between her hands with her eyes clenched. The sound of his voice grated on her nerves. “I already told you. With the witches formed into a formal coven, we can pool our power, strengthening us in our effort to find Liberty.” She sighed as she lifted her head, her entire being weary as she stared over at her son-in-law. “I don’t expect you to understand. Hell, I don’t even expect you to care. You never liked
