For several seconds, nobody spoke.
The clearing remained silent.
The rogues waited.
Celestine watched.
And Rowan stared at the woman standing before her.
Trying to make sense of any of it.
Beside her, Evelyn suddenly stiffened.
Her eyes widened.
"Celestine..."
The High Witch's gaze shifted toward her.
Evelyn swallowed.
"Wait."
Confusion crossed her face.
Then realization.
"The High Witch of Nightcrest Coven?"
For the first time, genuine surprise flickered across Celestine's expression.
"You know who I am?"
"You lived in Silver Moon territory."
The words left Evelyn slowly.
As though she were piecing together an old memory.
"My grandmother used to talk about you."
Something dark passed through Celestine's eyes.
"Did she?"
Evelyn nodded.
"She said there used to be wit
