Troy
When Kiana pulled on my power, I didn’t even blink, but pride swelled up inside of me. She was getting more comfortable relying on the bond.
Whatever she needed from me, I was happy to give, and it was a source of comfort to feel her inside me. Sitting across the table, Morven had donned his innocent and humbling persona. All I wanted to do was plow my fist into his face.
Claudine was sitting as still as a statue, her power wrapped around her like an icy mask.
London had gotten antsy a few minutes ago and was pacing and staring at the woods. He wanted out of this room.
We all did, but we’d gotten nowhere. Not that we expected to. Until the witches had evidence of what we were facing, all we could discuss was strategies, and because our territories were different, our defenses wer
