Two months have passed since I took my revenge, avenging the deaths of my mother, my adoptive parents, and Meredith, and in doing so, claimed the reins of the coven. My decision to relocate to the coven house is practical, an ideal position to keep a vigilant watch over Beryl and the other members.
Despite my confident front, a nagging grain of doubt lurks behind my smile, questioning the choices I've made. Beryl remains a thorn in my side, her every gesture of penance failing to alleviate my mistrust. Yet there are redeeming moments. Like when I moved into the room once occupied by my biological mother. A poignant connection that was surprisingly comforting. The coven's warm welcome surprises me and I find myself adjusting smoothly to my new role as Coven Regent.
Still, I can't escape m
