Brandon said. “I wish you could come with me.” We sat on the stone wall protecting my mother’s garden from the forest beyond. A light rain fell softly against our skin, cold droplets of water mingling with the tears running down my cheeks. I couldn’t think of what I could say to make us feel better. We were supposed to be happy. I felt anything but. He wrapped his hand around mine. “My dad called today and said everything is ready. I’ll get special training. He wants me to lead the coven someday.” “Really?” “You’re surprised,” Brandon said, a note of hurt in his voice. “I guess I would be, too.” I wasn’t, though. I could clearly picture Brandon standing at the head of our feast table, tall and broad-shouldered as Gavin, blond hair gleaming like a Nordic god’s. “Don’t be silly. It’s not hard to imagine,” I said. “You’re going to do great.” The wind kicked up, slapping the icy rain against our bodies. We huddled together, not ready to go inside.
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