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Footsteps echoed off the marble flooring, Demetrius' hands dropping away from her cheeks when a voice carried out, "Now that you've all made up, it's time we discuss exactly what happened last night," the unfamiliar eyes fell on Arianna and an eerie feeling wrapped around her as she stated, "Before you ask that who I am? Let me complete the formalities, I'm Olivia Fletcher and every witch you see in the estate are my coven members."

Olivia was powerful not because she wasn't scared but because she went on so strongly, despite the fear. She was dressed casually, but smartly dressed in a long skirt matched with an elegant white shirt and a neck scarf. Her face was made up, but not overdone and her long black hair was pulled back into a pony-tail. There was something in the way she held herself, as if she was surrounded by a strong aura. Whereas the average person just walked along, barely aware of their surroundings. In