Third Person P.O.V.
Veronica paced the length of the candle-lit chamber in Diane's home, her sharp heels clicking against the cold stone floor. Her nerves were frayed, her lips twisted in frustration as she turned to Diane, who stood hunched over a dark tome, fingers trembling slightly as she flipped through the ancient pages.
"You’re telling me," Veronica spat, arms crossed over her chest, "that you STILL can’t find him? You’ve used every bloody spell, every hex, every drop of dark magic we have access to, and you STILL don’t know where Mason is?"
Diane kept her head bowed, her jaw tight. She exhaled sharply before speaking. "I’ve tried six different rituals, Veronica. Six. Each more dangerous than the last."
She pointed toward the altar, where remnants of the spells still lingered. S
