Zeith
One side of the house—when my eyes strayed to it—was scorched. A few members of the coven were fixing that side with magic. And yet, the progress was slow that something must have hindered them. The fire burst, and they stepped back.
I decided to give Marin what she wanted, so I shifted. I sat cross-legged and butt naked, looking up at her and the sorcerer with her.
“All right,” she said, following my gaze, and continued, “you killed one of my youngest coven members. Why are you really here, Beta Zeith?”
I narrowed my eyes at her, throwing a fiery look at the lean sorcerer with short hair and not really bad looking. For women, he could be in the good-looking standards. Tempest must know him,
