Chapter 65

"How much time do we have before the Dhampyr meeting?" Twyla asked. She tugged the blankets up, trying to get more warmth into her cold body.

"About 2 hours," Raven estimated. 

"What do you want to eat?" Bastian queried. 

"That soup?"

"The pink one?" he clarified. 

"Yes, please."

Bastian smiled and kissed her forehead. He disappeared in a swirl of shadows and Twyla sighed.

"Okay, so we need to dress and prep you very quickly," Raven discussed.

"Can we do the dressing after food?" Twyla pleaded.

"Alright," Raven allowed. "Now this coven may be weaker than other covens but every single one of them can still kill you with their little finger,"

"Thanks," Twyla muttered, dryly.

"You should always know what threats surround you," Raven demanded. 

"Um…" Twyla swallowed. "Are you one of them?"