The five witches, along with Damien, sat around one of the round tables in the college cafeteria, most with their hands clasped, leaning across the table staring at a freshly washed-up Hannah, her hair brushed out in some semblance of order. There was nothing they could do about her clothes at the moment, but with today’s trends, she appeared chic instead of homeless.
Kayla still couldn’t believe what she had just witnessed. She would have thought the story of Hannah’s death a rumor if she hadn’t seen it happen with her own eyes. “How did you survive being dragged down into the ground?” she asked the dark-haired woman. “We searched with our power but couldn’t find you.”