Erica waited for me in the kitchen. "I just saw Celeste leave." Her expression was troubled, but I just shrugged.

"She has her orders," I said. Erica paused, like she wanted to ask me what happened, but I was already marching downstairs.

Dad looked up, startled, backing off when I approached the pentagram. The witches followed, a long stream of them, faster than I expected, but silently, expectant.

When the last of our family, Meira and Sassafras huddled in the ...