*Roanne’s POV*

As I entered the old library for what I would hope to be one last time, I could see the dimly lit room was already in session with members moving around. The candlelight flickered, casting elongated shadows that reflected across the wine-colored drapes.

The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, or perhaps it was dread; I came with one purpose only, and I intended to make it quick.

"Welcome, Roanne," Violet purred, the softness in her ...