As we stepped deeper into the heart of the coven's sanctuary, I could feel the tension rising between us and the coven members. The air was thick with suspicion. They didn't trust us. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows on the stone walls, and I couldn’t help but notice how those shadows seemed to cling to us, like lingering remnants of the darkness we had just fought off.
Gabriel walked beside me, his expression unreadable. He had always been good at hiding his emotions, but I could sense his inner turmoil. He tried to remain calm and collected, but the night's events had shaken him. The way he had reacted to the young witch, the urgency in his actions—it was more than just a protective instinct. There was something personal about his concern for her, and it gnawed at me.
Maybe
