“The coven is here,” Everett linked me from the main hall. I was in our bedroom getting dressed for the morning.
“I’ll be down in a minute,” I replied as I laced up my shoes.
I met Everett outside of the office and we headed downstairs together. Everett slept in the office again, watching the monitors for any glitches. Trytan hadn’t given us much information since Freyja spoke to him the first time. Everett said that he seemed weak, barely moving from the cot. Any food was left untouched, and he had scarcely drunk water.
“Good morning,” I said as I came to the bottom of the stairs to see a small group of curious men and women. “I’m Elle Connors; you must be Minnie’s coven.”
“Hello again, dear Elle,” a small, elderly woman draped in long cloths and beaded necklaces. Her a
