Witches’ Sabbat in Paris, ca. 1910
“They’re calling on demons, Mother.” Rianonn spat out the words in unabashed contempt. “They are no longer followers of our Old Ways. Heretics.”
“And what do you expect me to do, Rianonn?” The aged woman looked up at her daughter, her gray eyes calm. “Do you want me to leave my god daughter to that? Let her be taken by her husband’s wicked ways?”
“She isn’t the god daughter you loved anymore.” Muirnall’s eldest daughter brushed a loose strand of dark hair as she spoke. Despite the venom in her previous words, her tone softened. “You can’t protect her.”
The old witch heaved a tired sigh. “So be it,” she murmured. “I will tell Ambrose and her next moon.”
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