“We’re here… may as well. Just don’t let your guard down and don’t hesitate to use your gifts.” Meadow hisses under her breath, and I scoot up right behind Carmen to fall back in line. Flanked by two femmes and still unsure this witch is a friend at all. Sierra told us she was, but this doesn’t feel like someone who is willing to bend over backwards to do anything for anyone except herself.

We make quick work of following close to her, aware of the pitch darkness and I start to wonder how the hell we’re meant to stay out here if she ups and leaves us now. We...