Abigail nods slowly. It's true, and she knows it. If she makes too much of a fuss, she's dead. She's lucky to still be alive so far, especially with what she'd seen. But she'd been a good girl, stuck to a story that didn't involve anything but a mugger. Even if she hates herself for being that afraid. But she can help others. Give them a way out.

"The official position is 'get out,' I'm helping them do that." Unofficially, she knew no one cared about what happened to dark witches, as long as there was no panic outside the covens. But she's still a stupid teenager. "I won't be a problem unless they come to Enfield."

There was the Widdowson, dark and dangerous. Magic at her fingertips and a temper to be reckoned with. Something not quite the good little socialite, wanting to change the public image of her family.