She laughed. It was quick, sharp too, more a sound of disbelief than anything else. Abigail had been sheltered. Frankly she had no idea what she was talking about.

"I have worked for over thirty years to keep our people safe. I know a lot more about protecting witches than you do, Abigail. And let me tell you, there's nothing harder than protecting witches from themselves. I imagine you'll find that out very soon."

Dark magic was destructive; it did no one any good. This was the worst thing about Midnight witches: their magic endangered others as well as themselves.