Franklin took the flaming wood, then followed Greneth and three of Senya's mismatched guards. They wound down a set of stairs to a stone basement. A row of coffins gave them an approximate count of the coven members but two small coffins seemed out of place, one even littler than the other. What would need a box that tiny? A cat or small dog?

Or a baby.

Franklin sucked in a breath at the thought. That Oren's coven had a secretbut such a secret? An immortal child or ...