Willa’s POV “Your acting has become even more convincing, Willa. I can’t say that I’m not impressed.” The mocking tone of Lord Nyi didn’t go unnoticed by me and I clenched my fists tightly, willing myself to stay calm and not say anything that I might regret. My words were no longer mine alone and I knew that I needed to be more cautious as anything that I said could be taken to represent the wishes of my coven or even all witches of the State of Illinois. “What brings you to the Shawnee Coven, my Lord?” I asked as respectfully as my anger would allow me to. “Why do I sense that my presence is not welcomed here? So eager to burn bridges after you’ve gotten what you needed from us?” The veiled threat in the vampire’s voice sent a shiver down my spine

