The Council chambers felt colder than last time. Or maybe that was just Sage, still shaken from the magical backlash, […]

Sage had been awake for three hours and hadn’t left her bedroom. Not because she was hiding. She wasn’t hiding.

The safe house was a cabin. Of course it was a cabin. Sage stood in the gravel driveway, staring at

The neutral ground turned out to be a coffee shop. Sage stood across the street, staring at the cheerful blue

The Witch Council didn’t call emergency sessions lightly. In the hundred and fifty years since its founding, there had been

The lavender wouldn’t stop screaming. Sage Mitchell pressed her palms against the greenhouse table, trying to steady herself as the