CASSANDRA WILLOWSTONE
"How convenient," said Marie Banton, her voice disbelieving, "that Cassandra would do such a thing now."
Her blonde hair was pulled into a chignon, and the fire highlighted her slanted cheekbones. Her robe was a deep burgundy, a color that complimented her creamy skin and light-colored hair.
Cassie had always thought Marie was pretty—inside and out. Marie had been kind to her even after Joe left Marie for her mother. "Just last month the coven agreed to hear Cassandra's case for admittance."
She gasped and then covered her mouth with her hand, ducking behind the oak in case anyone heard her outburst. She tugged the hood forward as if doing so might protect her from Dorianna's rancor.
She looked down at Grumbler. Grumbler bared her teeth in a silent hiss, indicating her anger at this new piece of knowledge. It matched her own sense of outrage.
