Bridget Sheehan has three major problems.
1. She is a vampire, and has no idea how it happened.
2. Someone is trying to kill her (most likely witches)
3. The handsome vampire who offered her sanctuary wants to... date her?
After waking up in the m...
The coven house was not at all like the one I'd been trapped inside. This house was twenty minutes outside the city, in a quiet, wealthy suburban neighborhood. The large home was as modern as I'd ever seen- most of the walls were glass panes, the shape of the home boxy and angular. Since it was still nighttime, all the lights in the house made it look like a giant lantern. The front door spun open like a secret bookcase door in a movie I'd seen as a child.
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"Amaranth?" Beatrice, the witch I recognized from my capture, was standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. Her eyes glared at me with immense hatred. "What the hell is she doing here?"
I assumed Amaranth was probably Mara's real name, or maybe some kind of witch name.
"She is here at my invitation." Mara's tone was firm and direct. "She means us no harm."
"Say that to Justin." Beatrice spat. As we came up the steps, she did not move from her spot in the doorway. It was clear that she meant to block me from coming inside. Mara stopped only a few feet away from her, and I hovered close by.
"If Justin had followed my directions, he would have survived." She snapped. "I told him not to harm anyone; only to get us out and go back for Bridget. He decided to take matters into his own hands. He nearly killed the Vampire Prince, and he ended up breaking part of my spell on Bridget because of it."
I glanced over at my best friend, who was closing in on the other witch.
"Justin was a child-" Beatrice was cut off as Mara waved a hand. The woman's mouth clamped shut and she looked unable to speak. She may have been in some pain, too, because her eyes welled with tears.
"Justin was eighteen, and he made his own choices, despite the commands given. I'll have you remember who the leader of this coven is, Bea." Mara leaned in close to the other witch, making sure she was heard very clearly. "Mark my words, that attitude is gonna cost you."
Beatrice swallowed hard, fear filling her eyes. She nodded and stepped away from the door. We walked past her inside the house. Mara released her from the spell, and I heard her gasp and slump down on the porch.
All the lights in the house dimmed and then rose. A few moments later, I heard footsteps approaching from every direction. Dozens of people appeared, ranging greatly in age and appearance. They descended down the stairs, appeared in doorways, and walked in from outside.
"Coven," Mara spoke loudly as they all settled into a crowd before us. "Blessings upon you." Everyone bowed their head for a moment, but no one spoke. They were listening with single-mindedness. "I come with grave news. Please, be seated."
The crowd of people all sat on the living room floor, and Mara dove into the story. She told everyone about my faked death, and how the Queen had been the one to order my murder. She explained how the King and Queen were now in their final stages before war. The witches murmured with confusion and fear.
