The penthouse felt different now, charged, tense, alive with magic. Melinda and Diana moved with purpose, their hands tracing intricate patterns in the air, murmuring incantations under their breath.

Candles flickered without wind, shadows stretched and warped along the walls, and a faint hum of energy thrummed through the floors.

Chloe hovered nearby, phone in hand, coordinating last-minute details for Zoe's court case. Every time she glanced toward the witches, she felt the weight of both ...