Chapitre 110: Chapter 110: An End To The Old

Lord of the Drach

Book Four of the Hayle Coven Destinies

I sat to one side, in shadow, out of the way. The last thing Mom needed was my interference, especially since we both knew how this particular fiasco was going to end.

The representative witches of the North American Council sat on the podium behind a blue draped velvet cloth, elevated above the crowd below. I always hated how pompous that made the Council look. Eight witches lording over the rest of us. Made my skin crawl.

Maybe, with a little luck and not too much bloodshed, we'd see an end to the old system today.

Mom, as the Leader of the Council, sat in the center of the line, her normal calm and composed expression about ninety percent professional and ten percent compassion, the perfect mix, in my opinion. Still a stunning woman with black curls and eyes so blue they captivated, Miriam Hayle really was the best person to lead this particular Council-and the one to come.