Ginger said softly. “I’m putting you in charge while we’re here.” Serena had been with the Sisterhood of Athena for twenty-one years, but being in charge had never been one of her goals. She was content to be a soldier in the cause. Giving orders wasn’t her forte. “I don’t need you to do that, Ginger,” she said. The three of them were parked in front of Ethan’s home, with its long curving driveway, rolling fields, immaculate stable and pristine house. Red, with white trim to match the picket fences, the place was warm and welcoming. It was also abandoned. “I need to do it,” Ginger said. “This plan is in direct violation of our rules. If it goes badly, I don’t want to shoulder the blame. Neither do any of the others. It would drive a wedge into the heart of the organization.” Serena felt the weight of the world settling heavily onto her shoulders. “You’re right. At least they might forgive me—once the whole truth comes out—chalk it up to a mother’s love.”
