“Sit down, Jennifer,” Sarah said calmly.
Jennifer Wasutke, Elder of Flight, sat down as she was told.
“Who are you?” I asked Sarah. “I mean, as far as rank goes?”
“I am Vex of Eastern America,” she smiled sweetly.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“Allow me,” Aidan said to Sarah and she nodded. “A Vex is like an extinguisher really, a sort of military enforcer of our laws.”
“So you do have laws?” Teagan asked.
“Of course we have laws,” Sarah laughed. “And anyone who breaks them shall be vexed.”
“Not hexed?” I joked.
“Being vexed is far worse, believe me,” she waggled her brows at me.
“So you're kinda like the Bogeyman of witches?” I waggled my brows back.
“I can be scary to lawbreakers,” she shrugged. “But I pose no threat to those who obey the Coven.”
“And you're from the East?” My lips started to twitch.
“Don't say it,” she grimaced.
“I have to,” I said apologetically. “You're the Wicked Witch of the East!”
“Oh, Seren,” Tiernan groaned but Sarah laughed.
“That's not at all what I thought you were going to say,” Sarah shook her head. “I thought it was going to be aPractical Magicquote and you were gonna do the;witch, witch, you're a bitch, chant.”
“Oh, that's a good one too,” I commended her, “but it seems more offensive.”
“Yes, very,” Sarah laughed harder. “Thus my warning.”
“The Coven has been notified,” Tristan said as he resumed his seat. “The investigation team is still en route to San Francisco but they'll be informed as soon as they land.”
“Excellent,” Sarah nodded. “Perhaps now we should look into the original pilot of the plane?”
Another angry extinguisher muttering went around the table.
“It has to be done,” I declared. “This way we can rule him out and we need to make sure he's not dead in a ditch somewhere. But beyond that, I think we need to establish a search zone around the last know position of the plane. How far do you think someone with weather magic could carry a massive piece of ice, Fred?” I asked Storm witch.
“Please,” Fred sighed, pushing back a lock of dirty blonde hair. “My name is Frederick.”
“Okay,” I rolled my eyes. “Frederick.”
“Perhaps forty meters,” Frederick, the Storm witch huffed.
“And how far do you think a plane could fly before it wouldn't be able to pass as a glitch?” I asked Extinguisher Mark.
“Perhaps fifty miles,” Mark offered.
“Alright,” I looked around the table. “So we go back forty meters from where the plane was last spotted and then make a search radius of fifty miles out from that spot.”
“I'll call the Albuquerque House and ask them to send a team there,” Teagan pulled his phone out.
