Epilogue Dia Circoni wasn’t one who often took interest in sports. Which was why, on this particular Saturday evening, she had tucked herself away within the cozy confines of her library, catching up on a bit of light reading.
“Oh, Mr. Leland,” she chuckled as she thumbed through the pages. “You certainly have a wild imagination about our culture.”
Her ears pricked slightly at the creaking of her door, followed soon after by the closing of her book. She sighed, gently taking in the sweet scent that filled her study before calling out, “Aurora, is that you?”
The school’s nurse appeared in the chair beside Dia’s, a cup of tea in hand as she smiled lightly. “Oh, I could never fool you, could I?”
Dia set her book on a nearby lamp desk, the title, Gospel of Witches just barely visible
