Drina had never hoped to see the consort she freed so many years ago ever again, yet here he was in front of her, in all his shirtless glory. Not his choice obviously. A minute ago, a Quad dragged him inside the formal dining room, where she was idling with the rest of them House of Craft witchies. A day ago, she infiltrated this spell (subdivision) coven full to bursting with bad boys and gals that she planned to slay. Maybe spank first. Definitely slay to boot. Four were amiss – on a hunting trip. She didn’t ask for details—didn’t care—once she found out they’d be coming back to her soon. Two days ago, she intersected a vile witch on the road through the woods, an emissary of a Telekinetic coven about to visit the same one Drina targeted. …show more content…
Kill on sight, no capture, no mercy, no trial. The three big no-no’s required for a proper esendee, and she officially became a proper Rogue. Five years ago, she escaped the oppressive militant cult otherwise known as The Order of Witch Hunters, which everyone else chose to short-see as the honest, brave, noble defender of human folk against the malicious scourge of witch folk. Which it was. For a …show more content…
Despite Order rules she found herself unwilling to end someone with such perseverance, for he didn’t merely endure, he braved an existence under the malefic darkness of witches. A feat worthy of praise, not a death sentence. Or maybe she saw herself in the man, a hostage of her own fate, of her devourer duty. She freed him instead, at least one of them to be so. But back to that hour and day where Drina saw the consort she freed seven years ago… Yet here she was, on an infiltration stint, at a lunch table with six soon to be dead witches, wearing the skin of an emissary of another House. Figuratively speaking of course. And here he was, hauled inside the banquet hall, hands cuffed behind his back. A party of four entered minutes ago, returning with their prize – a runaway consort who had evaded capture for years. And years and years… Twelve to be exact, Chatty to Drina’s left supplied her rumor-inflated math. Ending many lives in the process, she kept on pouring gossip regurgitation her way. Ignoring the soon to be silent forever witch, Drina focused on the incoming. The Quad made ten, all coven members present. Using her newly acquired telekinesis, she blocked all doors, then the windows. Just for good