Eighteen
GRAY
The flames of a dozen candles flickered around us, throwing eerie shadows on the walls and illuminating my sisters’ faces in the darkness. The three of us sat together inside the salt circle we’d drawn on the kitchen floor, grounding ourselves, tapping into the magic of the earth and air, fire and water, silently calling forth the elements to help us on our quest for answers.
Behind us, Darius, McKenna, and Verona stood guard, ensuring no one disturbed us—from within the lodge or from wherever our visions took us tonight. Verona had been especially concerned about outside interference, and had insisted we place black tourmaline, labradorite, and black obsidian in every corner to help shield us from psychic attacks, just like we’d done during the blood spell we’d performed
