It was seconds, but it felt like so much more, before candles magically sprung to life all around them, casting an eerie glow that danced and bounced against the barren concrete walls. In the amber glow of the flickering candles, Ava now saw the others, standing in a circle around her - watching, waiting.
There was not an unknown face in the circle, Ava knowing some more than others, but still knowing them all the same. Each woman in the circle had their own coven in various areas of the world. Each woman had her own power, her own fierce perseverance in life. Leading a coven was never something Cici ever expressed wanting, despite what Layla thought. Cici always told Ava with a heavy heart that she was not made to dictate the lives of others, which is what each coven did essentially.
“Ava, it is good to see your face again.” Ava saw the warm affection in her piercing jade eyes, remembering the fondness Cici had for Vera.