Ten
GRAY
I spent the early morning sleeping in my own bed, blissfully alone and free from the restraints, blinds drawn tight against the daylight, door locked and guarded by both hounds to keep any would-be visitors away.
By the time I woke up, the sun had just set, and the lodge was buzzing with activity. I crept downstairs on quiet feet, hoping to catch my sisters alone. I found them in the kitchen; Verona had them working hard, pulverizing dried herbs and portioning them into glass jars while several other witches fluttered around them, collecting and labeling the full jars, looking over ingredient lists, taking stock of the herbs in the pantry.
They didn’t notice me at first, and I lingered in the doorway, taking a moment to soak it all in.
Haley was practically buzzing, talking a
