Chapter 7

Ophelia

Alpha Ryker pinched the bridge of his nose. The look he tossed Jude’s way was nothing short of furious. Instead of scolding the guy or telling him to knock off whatever it was he was doing, he turned to Nova and snarled, “Explain things to her, will you? I do not have the patience for this.”

Clearly, Jude had some sort of death wish because he threw his head back and laughed. Well, it was his version of a laugh. All ice and razor-sharp steel.

“What exactly do you have the patience for?” He asked, folding his tatted arms over his chest.

Nova, the only one who wasn’t sneering down at me or looking at me as though I were an unwanted piece of trash washed up on a pristine shore, lowered herself onto the bench at my side.

Her pale-blonde hair floated around her shoulders, rustled by a gentle breeze.

“We’re not a cult,” She said gently, as though she were talking to a wild animal. “We’re a coven. A coven of witches. You do know what witches are, don’t you?”

I nodded slowly. Of cours