VICTORIA

My heart broke at the sight of Meridiana crying over the bodies of her witch sisters.

It didn’t look like they treated her very well, but she grew up with them.

At least one “good” thing about not having sight was being spared such a macabre scene.

That damn man seemed to have used the same power from this coven to teleport himself with the crystal.

“Baby, we’re going to get it back, my love, don’t cry anymore…”

Rousse’s words whispered comfort to her. They had each other, and that brought me peace.

I stood to the side, but I needed to be with Draco.

I was worried about his reaction when he saw his old enemies up close, now that the urgency had passed.

“That’s why I had my teacher’s spell. That… that…!” she exclaimed, breathing hard.

She couldn’t find the curse words, imagine that sweet mouth trying to swear.

“Son of a bitch, bastard, scumbag, and degenerate! Want me to add a few more?” I jumped in, eager to vent myself.

“No, thanks for the… adjective dictionary.” Rousse rais