They doted on her now.
It made perfect sense. The Sisters liked power, and she had power.
No, she was power.
It was in everything she did. It was in everything she was.
They relished it. They reveled in it.
Perhaps that was why they were more than willing to let her join their little group. Her raw power in combination with their focused skill would make them a force to be reckoned with.
They might even be powerful enough for the Dark Lord to notice. Maybe, he had noticed them.
Maybe he was watching them now. Watching as Dorcas painted her lips a shade of red so dark it was almost black and as Agatha was fluffing her hair that had gone shock white with power.
The soft clicking of block-heeled shoes from the doorway caught her attention.
It was Prudence.
She was holding a dress identical to theirs. A red dress. Her dress.
Sabrina smiled. It was a spoiled girl smile that filled her mouth with the sweet taste of berries and blood.
"You're one of us now half breed."
Oh yes, she was.
