Melina Brin
"You are going to stay here, Sister Brin," said Greta, her face a picture of seriousness.
I did not know how to react to what she has just said, but her words felt like a sword to the heart. "B-but," I stammered. "Your Grace, I need to be by your side. As one of your original Sisters, I should always make sure-"
The Witch Mother shushed me, putting a finger on her lips as she smiled. "I know," she said. The softness of her hand touched my cheeks. I raised my hand to hold hers. "And I appreciate you, Sister. I do. However, there is no one else better suited to oversee the Vermont Coven in my absence than you."
"Witch Mother..." I could have sworn my eyes were almost popping out of their sockets. It was a great burden, and I wasn't sure if I could carry it given that Anya was
