![]() ![]() Inez gives a dry chuckle like the crack of an old twig. ![]() ![]() My fork falls out of my hand and lands on the china plate with a dull clink, and I choke on my indignation. We all have the same aims now, don’t we? And the same enemies?” “The Sisterhood has been divided for years, but I hope you will soon see that I have your best interests at heart. “In accordance with the plan of succession, as the eldest witch capable of mind-magic, I am your new headmistress.” Inez’s dark eyes meet mine. Her funeral will take place tomorrow morning at Richmond Cathedral. “Nonetheless, Cora devoted her life to the Sisterhood, and that is worthy of our respect. Inez holds up a hand, the silver ring of the Sisterhood glinting in the early-morning light. We did not agree on how to lead the Sisterhood forward, and I thought her overly cautious.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see Gretchen bristling. “I make no pretense that Cora and I were friends. “I’m sure you’ve all heard by now that Sister Cora passed away last night.” Inez pauses, and the girls around me cast their faces down. ![]()
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