Maisey paced back and forth in the dimly lit room, his eyes darting from one member of the Revolutionary to the other. Kika sat on the edge of the table, her fingers drumming against the hard surface as she stared at the floor.

Flow leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the others. Radiant was the only one who seemed calm, her eyes closed as she took deep breaths.

"We have lost Maika," Maisey said, his voice thick with frustration. They’ve been planning this takeover since they were young witches in training and even years after and multiple lives lost, it doesn’t seem like...