“Thank you very much for your attention, ladies and gentlemen. It’s an honor to be able to speak with you tonight.” Leif barely restrained himself from giving a little bow as he finished up his speech.
Twelve impassive faces looked back at Leif. He was at a meeting of the Willowton coven, one of the most impressive covens in the country. The coven leaders met up once a week in the back room of a used bookstore, with towering stacks of dusty tomes looming from every corner. The Twelve, as the coven’s council of leaders were called, sat in old reading chairs arranged in a semicircle facing Leif, their eyes judging his every expression. They rarely allowed outsiders in the room, and Leif had called in every last favor he had to be granted an audience to beg for their assistance with his curs
