The Coven members gathered in the largest room of the house,
some sitting some standing, and all eyes were fixed on Jessica. She could feel
the intensity of their thoughts behind the irises, so many different desires
and criticisms. Who will she pick? When will she pick them? What does she See?
Isn’t she too young? Jessica could imagine what went on in their minds, mainly
because she was thinking them herself. They were valid questions too, all of
them unanswered.
“Have you got everything you need, my dear?” Aeron asked
her, coming up beside her.
“Yes, thank you,” she replied quietly, taking a sip of the
glass of cordial sitting in front of her.
“If you need – ”
“Aeron,” she interrupted, sharp enough to surprise herself, “I’m
fine, thank you.”
“Alright,” he said quietly, and moved off.
She let him go without making any attempt to apologise.
Someone else drifted towards her, she thought it was Delia from the perfume but
before she could say anything the whirl of colours that were her Sight settled.
A stream of faces flew past her, like index cards being
sorted. They spread and became a room full of people, the coven Working a rite.
There were braziers everywhere, and torches. It was Beltane. The Circle glowed
in the firelight. The Coven Master stepped into the centre of the Circle and
pulled back the cowl of the ceremonial robe.
Jessica knocked over the glass, spilling cordial everywhere,
as she stood up. Michael was behind her then, steadying her.
“Jazzy? What do you See?”
The tension in the room was a physical presence, it wanted
to know who she was going to choose.
“...he’s not here. The man in my vision, he’s not here,” she
said, “but...I think, I know where to find him.”
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