Hecate swept her raven-black hair off of her slender shoulder. “Think bigger, Elsbeth. What would be gained from witches and sorcerers battling?”
“If the sorcerers won, Kenrick would be free to push his initiative.”
“Screw the Locke Coven. What is coming is much bigger than that.” Her pale thin lips curled up. “Who would gain if witches and sorcerers ceased to be?”
“Exactly. And who employed them?”
“The Charles Family.” I was tired of Hecate parceling out information. She hadn’t hinted at anything we hadn’t discovered earlier. “I called you here for more details. If you’re only going to reiterate—”
Her pale skin grayed. Darker gray cracks, like veins, moved across her flesh. Flakes fell like plaster from her cheeks. Her black eyes flashed with indignation. “What the fuck did the founding families want?”
Cautiously, I pondered, “Supernaturals to leave Falls Creek.”
Larger scale, witch.
My inner voice was right. It wouldn’t be enough to rid them from our town. “The families wanted all of us gone.”
“From every nook and cranny on the Earth,” Hecate confirmed.
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