“Did you hear that?” Ashlee asked Kyle, frozen in her spot. Everyone stopped, staring in the direction she was looking.
“Hear what?” Kyle asked, exchanging glances between her and the emptiness she was fixated on.
“The metal. The liquid. And…” She halted, losing herself in the senses.
“And what?” Cassandra stepped forward, curious about what she was hearing that they couldn’t.
“And the blood. I can smell it. Human blood,” she whispered, stepping toward the bushes, already suspecting what it might be.
“I didn’t expect too many guests tonight, but I’m glad you’re here.” The Devil Mother appeared from the other side, accompanied by some of the witches.
Ashlee’s attention shifted to her. The Devil Mother was strange and ancient. But why did those witches keep staring at her as if they’d
