“To serve the dead?" Jayden asked, her features scrunched with disbelief. “And just how is she supposed to serve the dead? I mean, they're dead; what more is there to do?"
Nazareth glanced over at the youngest Valentine, his thin brows pinched together. “And you're a witch? Don't you have something you call the Recapturing Ceremony where you draw into yourselves the power of a member of your coven who has passed on? How can you really ask what more is there to do? Do you not believe in what you practice?"
Laci watched her sister bristle, shifting in her chair, her lips parted, ready to unleash her charming disposition on the man at their table. Laci didn't feel like hearing it, however. Placing a hand on her sister's wrist to halt the outburst that was about to spew, Laci shook her head.
