“Why don’t we just start without the demon?” Aradia asked.
Danni, High Priestess of Cornwall coven, rolled her eyes at the witch. She had no clue what she was saying, or she wouldn’t even suggest something so stupid. Then again, Aradia was of the bloodline of one of the longest generational witches in their coven, she should know better. Dealing with demons wasn’t exactly a new thing for them. “We owe a blood debt to the demi-lord,” Danni snapped. “Or have you forgotten?”
should Aradia flinched at the high priestess"s words. “What does that have to do with scrying to speak to our sister?”
The woman Aradia referred to as “sister” wasn’t their blood sister. That was just the term they gave to any member of their coven. Once upon a time, Danni had cared for each of them as if they were her
