Frangipani looked out at the grey of the ocean, in turmoil as the winds created waves that hurled themselves at the shore. Nearby, Edward watched too.
“Can you smell it?” Frangipani asked.
“Yes,” said Edward. “Something is coming, and it’s not good.”
“We should head inside soon,” Frangipani said.
“It won’t help,” Edward muttered.
The weather was being freakish. Frangipani could see the sun trying to break through the grey, and yet it appeared to be losing as lightning streaked through the sky, followed by the rumble of thunder. Frangipani had not seen or heard anything like this in years.
The coven was preparing to gather.
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