Kiana
“I cannot make myself any clearer. I never saw Claudine,” the Crone said stubbornly. “My name has been hidden away for many years. There was a time, when I was much younger, that I did travel and offer my gift of sight to those who needed it, but by the time Claudine came in search of me, I was part of the Darkwyn Coven.”
“Not just part of it,” I guessed. “You’d started it. There aren’t any other covens who take titles instead of names. You went into hiding, and this was the best way for you to do it.”
Her eyes narrowed as she glared at me. We’d brought the Crone, Evalina, to us rather than risk having the conversation in front of Irene.
“What are you implying?”
“That you knew about the cult!” I exploded. “That you’re parsing out information when we’re cornering you!”
“I told y
