CALLUM
Sadie's voice cut through the quiet of the locker room, sharp and clear. "I thought we were here to get justice for Lyon."
Silence followed, thick enough to feel. When she spoke again, her tone had dropped into something low and dangerous. "You know, you aren't the only one with a grasp on the human experience. I can see your soul. And it is filthy." The words landed like physical blows, each one precise. "You can't hide it. You covet it. Like many in this coven, you want your grubby hands on my 'dangerous' gifts. Don't you?"
The recording paused. I held my breath, waiting. The seconds stretched out, the silence growing heavier. Then the interviewer spoke, his voice calm, almost detached. "I find it odd, Sadie. You've been a presence here in the coven, but you refuse to swear th
