“No. You’re not.” Salem kept his attention on the little blue four door sitting in front of them, biting back the hex on the tip of his tongue to cause their tires to blow the moment it got out of their path. It wasn’t their fault that the intersection on Main was always such a mess. “I’m meeting with Father Chalfant once I get you home.” What he could actually do to change his mind he had no clue, but he wasn’t about to let his little sister be cannibalized for some inane ritual. Dark Lord be damned.
"But my smoke burned white. By witch law and the laws of the Church of Night that means I'm the Queen of the Feast. Auntie Z says it's a great honor." Terrifying, sure. But also a great honor. Don't get Di wrong -- she had no desire to die -- but she also didn't want to disgrace the family. She knew her mother had caused more than a few problems in her day. That the fact she married their father was still something talked about -- first Edward and now Sabrina, the Spellman line becoming more and more tainted by mortal blood.
Oh Satan. Their father. He was going to flip when he found out about this.
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Oh Satan. Their father. He was going to flip when he found out about this.