Selina stood in her mother's backyard, sweat running down her back as she stood there in the dark crimson robes her mother forced them to wear during their dark magic. Not the smartest outfit choice for Florida, even during the fall.
The others stood around in a circle, the ones her mother referred to as the core of the coven. Truly, they were the real coven. The others were mere pawns, sacrifices for Cherise's end goal. Selina glanced around at Nicole and Clara who stood on either side of her, their arms slid up into the sleeves of their robes, their eyes closed as they performed the chant Cherise taught them. Each of them thirsted for the power of dark magic just as much as Cherise. In the middle of their circle, a small wooden bowl rested with the offering of their blood. Selina glance
