Sebastian was exhausted. The darkness wasn’t helping.
He’d lost count of how long he’d been at the Shrine. Between the questioning, the tests he’d been made to endure, and how little he’d been fed, he was amazed he hadn’t expired from it.
He wondered if the other covens did the same thing. Or at least their own versions of what he felt amounted to no more than another punishment for his transgressions.
Part of him doubted it.
But he’d proved himself. Now he stood, not only in front of the Fotia council but coven members as well. He would take his vow and again be part of the whole. His expulsion would be in the past, and he would have redeemed his family.
He hadn’t been able to give his brother love or justice, but he could give him this.
When the hood was removed from his head, Seba
