“I’ll go next.”
Miranda naturally stepped forward after Adam. Taking the witch's hand, she allowed herself to be led into the circle. Once again, the witches resumed their chanting, their unfamiliar words echoing through the room as the candle flames flickered wildly.
The ritual lasted only a few moments before the head witch slowly opened her eyes.
“Another strong one,” she said, her gaze shifting between Miranda and Petal. “You're fortunate. The descendants of this family all seem to possess extraordinary strength.”
“If that's the case,” Miranda spoke up, folding her arms across her chest, “do you really have to examine each of us individually? Can't you simply use our results for the rest? We're all strong Drezpires. That's already an established fact, isn't it? Instead of wasting t
