I can't get the images of all the dead witches out of my mind. Dante was right. That wasn't our doing, it wasn't our decision. We had left them all alive and well. What should have been the happiest day of my life had turned into a nightmare. The white dress the girls had summoned for me was ruined with dirt. I couldn't possibly sleep, and wedding night activities were off the cards at the minute. Ophelia had nearly been taken, just like that one of our family members was nearly gone. We were all gathered in the living room. Darius and Jett had stayed behind to clear up the bodies with some help from Valerie.
Ophelia was being comforted by her sister, but we were all a little shocked, the room quiet as we all processed our own thoughts. The girls kept looking at me in pity, this obsession
