Chapter 6I kept a close eye on Justin as he mingled with the coven, all of whom had arrived over the past half hour. But he seemed more settled and easy in his own skin, better than I’d ever seen him. And though he had the amethyst in his hand, and his thumb was rubbing circles on the flat surface, he was smiling and engaged in conversation. Everyone was gathered close, talking and laughing.
Cecily had Justin in stitches with some story of which I caught only snippets. She was in her early seventies, still had mostly black hair except for a shock of white at the front, and had been rebellious her entire life. From what I’d overheard, she was regaling him with the story of how she snuck out to Woodstock and got her father’s car towed, then showed up at her uncle’s house covered in mud. It
