Chapter 42 An Old Acquaintance

• "How many witches live here?" Cinnia asked as she and Sophie walked down the driveway and toward the enormous property with their luggage.
• "Not many. Here's more like a gathering location for our spells, rituals, and other stuff. This is our ancestral ground where our magic is the strongest. I'm sure you can feel it," Sophie said.
• Cinnia clenched her fist and took a deep breath. Her pulse thrummed beneath her skin. There was a roaring in her ears as blood pounded and rushed through her veins. The skin on her palms tingled and the hairs on her arms and the back of her neck rose to points.