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and Brian having a relationship. No one was good enough for the daughter she’d only recently found again. Besides, Olivia had dated Brian right before her death. It was a bit awkward.
    Just as we were about to ascend our newly rebuilt stairway (young male witches are good for many things) that led from the cave to a trapdoor in Smuggler’s Arcane, there was a flash of blinding light and the overpowering scent of roses.
    â€œCassandra.” Elsie shook her head. “I was hoping not to see her again for an eon or so.”
    â€œLadies.” Cassandra Black, one of the heralds of the Grand Council of Witches, appeared in the cave. She was tall and thin with long black hair that flowed past her waist. She claimed to be at least a thousand years old. I might not have believed it if I’d never looked into her dark eyes.
    â€œCassandra.” I knew her appearance wouldn’t be for anything good. We rarely saw her. When she showed up, it was usually because of a crisis in the council—the governing body of witches. “It’s wonderful to see you.”
    My heart was beating fast. Despite my outward calm, I was still terrified that the council had heard Joe’s mumbled remark about me being a witch.
    Those without magic who learned of the existence of the witching world were condemned to have their memories wiped away. It was a curse that had destroyed many witch–non-witch marriages. Wiping away memories was a tricky thing. Many times those memories held more than just information about witches. It could leave a person slack-jawed and blank.
    â€œThank you, Molly.” Cassandra smiled graciously. “I’m afraid I have some bad news. The council has asked me to spread the word.”
    â€œWhy doesn’t the council send out an email like everyone else?” Dorothy asked.
    Cassandra’s midnight eyes dismissed her. “Someone is killing witches, and the problem seems to be headed your way.”

CHAPTER 2
    It is forever within you.
    Blessed are the witches.

    â€œWhat do you mean someone is killing witches?” Elsie demanded. “I always thought we put up with council interference in our lives because the council
protected
us from such things. Remind me again what you do if you don’t protect us.”
    It was a massive statement for Elsie. She tended to look the other way on most things.
    I had to agree that it seemed the council was slack on their job, but I was relieved that Cassandra wasn’t here to take Joe away from me.
    â€œWe’re a little touchy today, aren’t we?” Cassandra’s black gown swung around her as though a breeze were blowing. “None of you has any idea what the witching world was like before the council was formed. There was complete chaos. We can’t control every situation for you. We do our best to keep you safe. Telling you about possible threats is one way we accomplish that.”
    â€œThanks for that.” Brian snickered.
    Cassandra speared him with her gaze. “What are
you
still doing here? I don’t think your grandfather would be happy to learn that you’re part of this coven now.”
    â€œExcuse me?” Olivia swooped down low. “Are you saying we’re not good enough for Brian?”
    â€œBegone, wraith!” Cassandra held up one hand and turned her head away. “I don’t speak to the disembodied.”
    â€œI think it’s about time the disembodied got their own council or guild, like the witches, werewolves and other supernatural creatures,” Olivia said. “We deserve respect too, you know. I might just be the ghost to create that organization.”
    Cassandra turned back to her, eyes blazing. “You exist by the indulgent sufferance of the council. Normally when a witch bizarrely chooses to become a ghost, we dispose of her.”
    Olivia pushed her form into Cassandra’s face. “Just try it. I’m not going gently into that