Master Charles’ hefty form exited a yellow Aston Martin sports car parked in the circular driveway in front of Bainbridge Manor. At least a dozen other vehicles had followed him up the drive and parked behind him. After gathering at the warlock’s car, the trove of people that Mistress Sienna called her coven grouped at the base of the manor’s front steps.
Looking over the new guests, Gabriella noted the cornucopia of people ranging from women who looked like soccer moms to men who could pass as CEOs of a Fortune 500. There were also people dressed completely in black decked out in Goth make-up, body piercings, multicolored hair, and a guy in the back with a huge mohawk with a white furry pink-eyed ferret that perched on top of his shoulder.
After speaking with a few people
