Nicholas watched with mild interest as a particularly fetching witch flounced past him, her familiar scurrying behind her shapely legs. Her face was highlighted briefly by the lamp light, thin but attractive. Searching through his memory of blurred faces he tried to recall if he'd bedded her before. Another witch whizzed by, giving him a sly smile, and he gave up with a wicked grin.
Perhaps he'd stay a bit longer than he'd intended.
As usual Elm Moore was bustling with activity, home to the largest coven the estate was witch central. The old manor had seen better days, aged and decayed. The surrounding buildings and cottages were equally decrepit from the constant flow of magic. He wondered how anyone could stand to live there at all, with the near constant explosions and uproarious laug
