Caylee
It didn't take long for the witches to come to Revana. They found her at the grave of her daughter and husband, her nails broken and dirty, like she had dug those graves with her bare hands instead of using her magic or that of other witches to open the ground and place them inside. The graves look shallow, like she dug them just deep enough to put them in for a while, until she can find it in herself to dig up a grave that will put them six feet under. When the witches approached, Revana didn't even move, didn't look up to see who had come for her.
"The elders have decided," Beatrice says, and still, Revana doesn't move. "If you are still as willing as you were hours ago, then we would like to start the ritual." She continues. Finally, Revana turns to look at the elders.
"Wher
