An Unlikely Coven

Chapter 16

SIXTEEN

There was a woman in the shadows, and her skin was black as night.

Around her head, a halo of golden curls kissed her forehead. A staff, gnarled and pale, rested against her shoulder. She reached out a hand, and it felt like the passing of a meteor, skimming by, a kiss brushed across a cheek.

Daughter of the Bind, she whispered, and her voice was every sunrise over the earth, every flame in the darkness of winter, every grain of sand on an endless beach. God or woman, in your eyes I see stars.