"I'm the first Widdowson in five generations to join a coven," Abigail muttered, smiling just a bit. Because it seemed so unreal. All she'd wanted was to study at Redbright, to set herself apart from her family's past. Now... Now, she was embracing it. "Apparently, I can't do anything small."

A soft, almost worried laugh left her.

"But there's a truce right now. Midnight and Daybreak."