Mrs. Maggie stood at the threshold, her posture stiff with anger, her lips pulled tight. Her son hovered behind her, arms crossed and shoulders hunched, both of them visibly exhausted, both from the sudden visit of Williams and Roman, and also from their long argument.
Just as they were about to step back inside, the loud hum of engines echoed down the gravel road, followed by the sharp crunch of tires against stone. Maggie turned sharply toward the sound, her eyes lighting up with relief. Finally.
The sleek, black official vehicles came to a halt in front of the house, kicking up dust. The doors opened almost in unison, and out stepped three figures. Not just any officials, but the highest-ranking members of the Witches Council. Her heart skipped with glee at the sight.
