Ollie felt his own eyes burning now, felt the weight of what he'd nearly lost settling over him like a physical thing. He treasured Ashlynn, even before he became one of her witches, but he had to admit that things changed once he became part of the coven.
Ashlynn, Heila, Virve, and now Isabell… He could feel all of them. There was a closeness between them that went beyond the friendships that were still forming and developing. The bonds of the coven smoothed over the rough spots of their differences, whether it was the difference between being human or Eldritch, young or old, strong or weak…
