"Welcome, Chloe," the voice greeted.
Chloe spun around to find a woman, probably in her thirties, offering a warm smile. She motioned for Chloe to come closer.
Chloe took hesitant steps forward. "Who are you?"
"I’m Keena," the woman replied, as four others materialized beside her. "This is our coven. We’re witches, practitioners of dark magic. Just like you, we were born with it. But you... you’ve got more power in your pinky than all of us combined."
"Why did I feel like I needed to be here?" Chloe asked.
"This is where you belong, child," an older woman chimed in, her voice steady. "Now, come on. Spill it."
Chloe hadn’t noticed the black heart on her wrist fading.
The cottage was cozy; pillows tossed around like someone had lost a fight with them. Chloe reached out, brushed the dr
