"Oh, God. Don't even talk to me about something like that." Yet, in a way, it makes Abby smile. Simply the absurdity of the idea. A Widdowson at the top of the Night Council? First off, far too many people wouldn't let that stand. Second... Well. There might have been something in those pale eyes. Some little flicker of a woman she had yet to become. Because... just maybe...

Not for a few years, no, but if it were possible...

"Let me adjust to just having Midnight answer to me first, huh?"

Because she did stand as their High Priestess now. The covens who were willing to come forward had all turned to her. It was daunting, but it was also a small victory in light of the loss at Barnet. And the humiliation of her meeting with Sylvia Redbright. Now, it was merely a waiting game. At the very least, they were safe. The truce was nothing more than an impasse, but it bought them time.