“We need to figure out exactly what is going on?" Carson mumbled shoving a fist full of popcorn into his mouth. I giggled at him under my breath. Even with butter dripping down his chin, he was still the most adorable thing I had even seen. But he was right. Two days had passed since catching Cyrus in the Eola and we were no closer to figuring out who he was or what he was up to. We had searched through dozens of references and had still found nothing. But it was clear from his shifty behavior that he wasn't a friend. It hurt my head to think about, everything seemed chaotic when it came to the Coven. Which was funny because what used to be a place of solace and guidance for me was now one large shadow of questions and uncertainty. Aside from Carson and our close nit group, I didn't know w
