Ivy:
The rest of the house was sleeping warmly in their beds. Only Damon and I were left rummaging through the pages of Doris’s life. With Damon being the only one able to read the grimoire, I watched over him, reading Doris’s journals while he read the pages that refused to be touched by someone without dark powers.
September:
Harley has truly been touched by the goddess; seeing her like this and being touched by the visions of the goddess myself, I can’t help but study more about this life, about their goddess. My father followed her so blindly and without cause. My mother never saw the point in it. Like me, she was raised deeply in the coven. A coven that follows no god. Yet they all seem to be starved for more, more guidance, more money, and above all else, more power. Like other c
