Chapter 43 – The Obsidian Coven
The golden wall of fire slowly receded into Aria’s palms, leaving the air thick with the smell of scorched earth and sweet, burnt ozone. Zara pushed herself up from the damp ground, coughing and keeping her blade tightly gripped, her eyes locked on Hecate with deep-seated vampire distrust.
"Don't trust her, Aria," Zara warned in a harsh whisper, her amber eyes scanning the dark perimeter. "Blood witches don't give gifts without taking a piece of your soul in return."
"If I wanted her soul, rogue guard, I would have extracted it while you were groveling in the dirt," Hecate countered without looking back. She glided down the path of floating violet embers, her tattered black lace gown trailing behind her like living smoke. "Follow, or stay in the rain and
