Bea’s POV
The room was silent, except for the sound of my own ragged breathing.
Nicola stood in front of me, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. "You're so powerful," she whispered.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I tried to process what she was saying. What did she mean? What was she talking about?
"You're a force to be reckoned with," she continued. "You have the potential to be one of the most powerful witches in the coven."
I took a step back, feeling uneasy. "What's going on, Nicola?" I asked.
Nicola's smile grew wider. "Caroline is dead," she said.
My heart skipped a beat as I felt a wave of shock wash over me. Caroline was dead? How could that be?
Nicola's eyes flashed with anger. "She was a threat to me," she said. "And to you, Bea. You're so powerful, b
