Jesse
When I got up that morning, something strange happened.
I noticed Lia sitting there at the table with her scrying crystal and a map of the area spread out in front of her. Her fingers hovered over the glass like she’d been there for a while, focused, tense.
“Lia, what are you doing?”
“Nothing.”
I sighed. “Are you seriously going to sit there and tell me that you are doing nothing when you are doing something?”
Lia dropped the crystal so loudly that it clattered onto the table.
“f**k, Jesse. I’m trying to scry for the Rosewater Coven.”
There was a name I hadn’t heard in a while. And one I wished had stayed buried.
The mention of the Rosewater Coven was still a little raw for me. I kept thinking about what they had done and how they had nearly f****d over our pack. But everyth
