You know I wouldn’t pull you out of the field if it weren’t important.” Oliver reassured Eva as she sipped on her latte at their usual hang out. The eclectic Rue Orleans Coffee House in the heart of Lower Manhattan. With voodoo dolls suspended from the ceiling and love potions for sale, this wasn’t your typical New York City hot spot. But then again, Eva wasn’t your typical girl next door either. “No worries, boss man. I was starting to get a little loopy anyways. I need another cup of joe to make it through the rest of the night. What’s up?” Oliver looked guilty, like he’d just lost his rent money in a game of cards. Whatever he was about to tell her, wasn’t gonna be pretty. “Our sources inside the coven contacted me about an hour ago. The board of trustees convened this evening to hear testimony and pass judgment on Ivan Olshanskey. You know what this means, right?” “I do.” Eva rubbed the kinks out of her tense shoulders. She knew exactly what he referred to.
