Chapter 57

*Laney POV*

The entire coven seems to be lighter, almost more bright with all the excitement buzzing through the large room we are seated in. Chance and Lily have gone to pack their things, coming back when dinner is ready while the rest of us take our seats and watch things come together. Magic is used to move the tables and chairs in. Vines and tree roots push and shove them to the right area whilst their magic workers stand to the side in a trance, making it all possible. Flowers float through the air, finding their place in clear vases that fill with water from the small storm clouds created above them.

It’s astonishing to watch and Joffrey’s obsession with what he couldn’t have naturally makes so much more sense. There is a sense of connection, a thread connecting each witch and warlock with the items. Like an understanding and balance between earth and its wielder. It’s otherworldly and soothing at the same time.

My skin feels almost like it is buzzing alongside all the movemen