Flipping through the coven’s financial paperwork I frowned. Muttering profanities I highlighted many different errors in the last months expense report. One of the new younger coven members had begged to be trained as a financial advisor to ease some stress and tension away from me, as prince I already had so many duties they said. I scoffed at my stupidity because this new financial advisor was not doing a decent enough job to elevate stress but add some stress on.
Rubbing my temples, I closed my eyes nearing another migraine. I open the bottom drawer to my desk and pull out a bottle of anti-depressants and vodka. I downed my regular dose and continued to drink the vodka as I worked. I was interrupted by a knock on the door.
Before I could answer my father walked in, “Drake, did you fi
