“That means we only have twelve. I prefer thirteen in our ritual circles. If everyone can wait a few more minutes, I’ll call Fayleen and see what she’s up to.” “Fine with me,” most of them said. Keith aka Raven held his tongue, despite wanting to ask how fast Fayleen could get her cute butt to arrive. He had a gig at his club that night, and it wouldn’t be the same without his appearance as Cher. But he didn’t want to be an asshole to his fellow coven members either. Even though he was the outspoken one of the group, he tried not to turn into a whiner. Hanna excused herself and strode to her bedroom to make the call. He noticed a phone in the kitchen and wondered why she didn’t just use that one. “Raven, are you all right?” Lana asked. “You look pissed off.” He smirked. “I look pissed off a lot...or hadn’t you noticed.” The redheaded stylist gave him a coquettish smile. “I’d say your usual look is more brooding. That can be kind of sexy.” He barked a laugh.
