CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX † SPRINGI STAND ON a low platform in front of three mirrors. The center faces me straight on while the ones on the left and right are slightly angled so I get a
view of my dress from the back and sides. I twist this way then that, watching the fabric dance around my legs. Never in a million years did I ever think wearing a dress, especially one made of
yards and yards of cream silk chiffon, could be so much fun. The ribbons Deidra braided into my hair danced along with my movement. Oh, there will be lots of dancing today—well into the
night.
The Strega Compound is celebrating the final stages of my ascension into my Vessel powers. It will last until my twenty-first year, when I will finally be fit to rule over all the covens in our
compound and keep my people safe a
