Coven of Secrets

Sage woke the morning before the ceremony to an empty bed. Through the bond, she could feel Thorne—awake, anxious, somewhere […]

“Absolutely not.” Sage stared at the dress Iris was holding up. It was green—Mitchell green—and covered in so many ruffles

The cabin felt different when they returned. Sage stepped inside and realized: the wards were gone. No more honesty field,

The Council convened an emergency session the next morning. Sage and Thorne sat together in the witness area, hands clasped,

They were halfway to the Thorne estate when Sage’s phone rang. The bond let her feel Thorne’s tension spike before

Sage woke to the sensation of magic humming through her veins. Not just her earth magic—Thorne’s shadow magic too. It

They made it exactly three minutes into the drive before Thorne pulled over. “I need to say something,” he said,

Two days after the Mitchell family dinner, Thorne’s phone rang. Sage watched his expression shift from calm to tense as

“This is a terrible idea,” Thorne said for the fifth time. Sage adjusted her green dress—formal coven attire for family

Sage woke tangled around Thorne. Somehow during the night, she’d migrated from the bed to where he slept on the