I burst out of the door and followed her scent. I found her in a dining room downstairs. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. There were about a dozen girls seated at a long table all dressed similarly in black velvet dresses and matching bows in their hair. They were all of different complexions, hair and eye colours, clearly unrelated though dressed alike. Understanding dawned on me. A school. This was a school. A small one contained in the coven house. These were pupils, here to learn magic from the Coven Mother. Yesterday, the Coven Mother, Nina Van Saint had welcomed us warmly. She had been more than willing to answer questions and to give us lodgings for the night. She had promised to take us to Georgianna’s tomb today. As far as I had known, she had been the only person in the Coven Ho
