Greya turned to look at him, too, using that same assessing gaze.
“Greya, this is Turner. Turner, this is my sister Greya.”
“Is he a…?” Greya asked, seeming surprised by his demeanor.
“Yep, daemonic through and through,” Turner replied, extending his hand to shake hers in greeting. “It’s nice to finally meet you. We’ve heard a lot about you.”
Ty could see Greya relax slightly at Turner’s overt friendliness.
“Nice to see you, Greya,” Cris greeted as he joined the group too.
“Good to see you, too, Cris. I’m glad I’m not the only one Ena convinced of this,” she said as she laughed familiarly at him. “How did you get Northe’s permission to come?”
“I, uh…didn’t,” Cris said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. Iblis, the man’s timidity was grating. How could Ena have ever dated this fucker?
“I see,” Greya replied, understanding clearly dawning on her of the consequences of that. “And you must be…” She looked over at Mel next, where they stood near the fire.
“I’m Mel,” they said simply. “It’s nice to see you in the now.”
Greya’s brows furrowed slightly, as everyone’s usually did when they spoke to Mel.
“Mel is the seer from Occidens I told you about,” Ena said as Greya nodded her head in understanding.
Silence fell over the group after the brief introductions, a tension now palpable as they all came to a collective realization.
It was time.
No more waiting. No more objects. No more research. They had everything they needed.
They could break the bond.
He turned to look at Ena, and she met his gaze unflinchingly. She seemed calmer than before—her reunion with her sister clearly having grounded her. She felt…powerful.
“Well, Ena,” he said, breaking the beat of silence. “Are you ready?”
“I am,” she replied, her gaze like steel. “Let’s break the bond.”
***
Ty watched in admiration as Ena took control.
“Turner, go get the amulet from my pack, please,” she said as Greya reached into her bag and pulled out the chalice and athame she’d brought, handing them to Ena. “Mel and Cris, join me in the center of the grove as we form our sacred circle.” Turning back to her sister, she spoke quietly. “You don’t have to stay for this, Greya. Thank you so much for bringing the objects, but maybe it’s best if you return, so you’re less culpable.”
Greya shook her head. “No, I’m here for this. I need to be here.”
Ena nodded, a pleased smile on her face, and Ty felt another part of him settle. Maybe Ena really would be alright after all this. If Greya could accept this, then maybe the rest of her Coven would too.
Leaving her sister on the edge of the grove, Ena moved to the center of the clearing with Mel and Cris. The three of them stood in a circle, and Ty made his way in, centering himself in the middle, just as she’d described to him.
He faced Ena, their bodies close. He could feel her warmth as he towered over her, guarding her like the trees around them.She looked up at him, her ocean-blue eyes filled with reverence and certainty, trust and faith.
“Kneel,” she said, her voice gentle yet commanding in a way that he had never heard before. He’d be lying if he said his cock didn’t shift at the sound of her voice like that, and suddenly, every nerve in his body felt alive in her presence.
He lowered himself to the ground, submitting himself before her.
His dark goddess.
He felt it the instance the three witches around him began to reach into their Knowing, preparing for the spell. The stillness of their bodies was eerie as they communed with the signs around them.
