Page 64 of Blood Crow

I glance at Elsie and see her brow furrowed. Whoever is looking for my sister will have six motherfuckers to go through first.

Roxy's face snaps down next, "The moon is risen, let's make haste."

Okay, the way she said that gave me the chills. Can this Crow sister get any creepier?

I'm clenching my fists waiting for Ronny's vision. She sees the future and I have a sick feeling growing in my stomach.

My fears are correct when she looks at us, "If you succeed at killing me, Merelda's power will be yours, True Witch."

Fucking hell. Why does there need to be more thrown at us? Elsie walk forward and gently breaks the links the sisters have, pulling their hands away from one another.

They come to and immediately look at Elsie.

"The coven leader will be here soon. They want a duel of sorts to reclaim their rightful place at the Elder's table." Rory says stoically before looking to Draven and sharply nodding. The look of murder shines brightly in her irises.

"You can beat her, Elsie and you have the backup of the Blood Crows. Whether you want it or not, we are in your debt for freeing those whom Merelda cursed." Ronny cracks her neck and holds out her hand to Elsie the way a big sister would.

"I wonder what the Witch's blood tastes like? Maybe like spiked root beer?" I pinch the bridge of my nose at Roxy's nonsense but Drac taps his chin thoughtfully.

Whatever the case may be, we'll be ready for it.

"I'll help you find out, Rox. I'm not afraid of these witches but I would like to hear them out. Just because I'm the True Witch doesn't mean I want to become the coven leader or an Elder. I just want to make sure whoever has Merelda's power is someone who will use it wisely."

"Very diplomatic for someone who doesn't want to be an Elder," Drac says sarcastically.

"You didn't let me finish. If I see that this witch is not worthy or is filled with evil intent, I will kill her."

We all stay quiet a moment, admiration flowing through us at her kick-ass-and-take-names attitude but then Roxy speaks and you know, sort of makes it weird.

"Spiked root beers on Elsie!" She skips out the door with Drac on her heels growling and making her squeal.

Everyone runs out after them looking like kids who just finished their last day of school and are ready for summer vacation.

I, however, pull out a cigarette and light it while mumbling around it, "I live in a house of crackheads."

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