The following morning, Avery woke up alone, missing the embrace of Aamon’s warmth she had managed to get used to and carved more than anything. At this point, she knew she had grown so addicted to him, it had to be unhealthy. The first thing Avery did was reach for her phone as the screen kept flashing. Aamon had probably brought it to her from the bedroom since Avery had a habit of calling her best friend every morning since she had practically moved in with Aamon. With her eyes squinted as she stared at the bright screen, she noticed she had five missed calls from Becca. With her hands shaking, Avery fumbled with her phone, quickly hitting redial, well aware that Becca wouldn't call multiple times unless she had a serious reason. Biting her bottom lip, Avery listened to the phone ring, but the call rang out and sent her straight to Becca’s voicemail. Her heart pounded against her ribcage- this had to be the first time since forever her best friend didn’t answer the call. Worried
After the call with Agatha, Meredith asked Avery to give her a day, but since then, it’s been a whole week and still no updates or news.Becca had been locked away from everything she knew and loved for a week now, and Avery felt like she was failing her best friend and their bond. They had promised each other to look after one another since they were kids, yet once Becca truly needed her, Avery couldn’t reach her. Another day passed until Meredith finally showed up. She told Avery she had planned to merge her magic with Avery’s, but what she failed to mention earlier was that once their magic was merged, Avery would be left powerless. How was she supposed to protect and save her best friend if she couldn’t do as much as create a light mist for their cover? How would Avery fight a whole Coven of witches with her bare hands?Avery actually considered Meredith’s idea, but once she thought a little more about it, she came to a shocking realisation. That had to be Meredith’s plan all alo
The Coven house wasn’t what most people would imagine to be a headquarters of a whole Coven of witches. It didn’t look like any prehistoric building like some TV shows suggested. No cobwebs and rodents; it wasn’t nearly as dark and eerie as people would expect. As a matter of fact, it was a fairly new building in perfect condition, and it always was so darn clean, Avery would have sworn someone had licked the floors to check there wasn’t a speck of dirt. The house itself was white, with a huge cul-de-sac driveway and a colossal cauldron fountain out the front in the middle of the driveway. The property was surrounded by trees, providing a perfect hideout and privacy from the human community. Avery remembered the greenhouses out at the back, which had to have the wildest varieties of herbs and plants in them, because they looked more like a tropical rainforest than typical greenhouses. She had always hated the Coven house, and now, Agatha gave her so many more reasons to hate the pl
Avery noticed Becca staring at the front door in terror and instantly turned to look in the same direction. Michael still blocked their closest exit, but unlike earlier, he didn’t look as serious anymore. Now, he had an ugly, twisted expression on his face, as if he was enjoying Becca’s fear and desperate whimpering. Then, Agatha motioned towards Avery and Becca, sending her sick goon their way. The slight hand gesture conveyed a silent instruction. His tall, imposing figure stalked over to Avery like a predator about to kill its prey. The man towered over her, which made Avery feel small and unimportant near his intimidating posture.The difference in height alone was enough to say she didn't stand a chance at fending him off. Once Avery had to think about their experience in using magic, she paled. The man who helped Agatha kill her mother stood right before her, and Avery couldn’t do a single thing about it. Behind Avery, Becca whimpered louder and cowered away, fighting the exh
Looking around the living room, Avery could recognize every single detail about. Each of the things around her felt so familiar, yet they were different and forgein in a way. She felt different herself, the air around her was thicker, it no longer felt like her and Aamon’s little hideout, the place she started calling her home. Now, the room and the apartment made her feel claustrophobic, which possibly was because of the tension that enveloped Avery. Aamon removed his hand from her shoulder, but she didn’t move or react to the loss of contact with the demon. Avery still kept the same position she was in back at the Coven house, still clutching onto thin air that was once Meredith. The two necklaces, which were once hanging around Meredith’s neck, were now hanging from Avery’s hand. She clutched them tighter, hoping they would make Meredith’s spirit stay, or even better- make her godmother come back, return from the dead and smile at Avery for at least one more time. The only nois
Her mind raced as Avery laughed at the new insight she had of the world. Her entire perspective has changed. A Coven was supposed to be a family for all those wandering souls that sought one. It was supposed to be a place of belonging, where genuine power grew more potent and morphed into something wonderful. It had to be something that drove every witch to become better, learn and improve everything nature gave them, not an engine of greed and drive of power where the higher-ups pumped the life out of those who weren’t worthy in their eyes or didn’t fit their understanding of how witches were supposed to be. But now that she had the knowledge of their ancestors weaving its way through her veins, Avery could see the history and how things used to be before her. How things still should be. The Covens were united, they became one and stood by each other's side to protect themselves. Before greed and betrayal took over, the Covens were exactly like one Avery wished to be a part of when
Avery was dreaming, she knew she was dreaming. But how did she know that? Maybe the giveaway was the fact that her adoptive mother and father were dead, and her childhood house no longer existed. This was the dream, or more specifically, the nightmare Avery had suffered through for weeks before their deaths. Except this one was different: Avery wasn’t watching over what happened though her mother's eyes. As a matter of fact, she had no idea whose eyes she was looking through. Those eyes scanned over Avery’s house. It was late at night, Avery could tell by how silent the usually busy street was. During late evenings families went on walks and enjoyed time together after long days of work, and this type of silence overtook the whole street only during nights.The only light was coming from the dim street lights and the moon, casting shadows over the front of the house. Looking up, the person, her vessel, walked onto the soft grass of her parent’s lawn. Then the forgein body carried Av
The next morning, Avery woke up tangled in the blankets with Aamon’s arm lazily draped over her abdomen. His leg was draped over hers, resting in between them. She tried to move his arm, but the demon pulled her towards him, hugging Avery tightly as he rolled over to his side to face her. She tried to wiggle out from underneath his arm, but was only pulled even closer so her face was now pushed into his rock-hard chest. Aamon’s skin was so warm against her naked flesh Avery couldn’t resist the temptation to snuggle into him. She gave up on the idea of escaping the bed and decided to enjoy being in his arms for just a little longer. Avery could feel Aamon’s breath in her hair and hear his snoring. The demon did sleep peacefully. Her fingers brushed over his side as she watched him move under her touch. Avery loved his body and loved how his demon side responded to being touched. Perhaps it was just a response to her energy, but she didn’t care, because she loved it all nevertheless.