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always been able to get details the public couldn’t know. Last year, we did a ritual and found a missing girl because we knew particular details about the suspect from Michael. I don’t want you hearing anything you weren’t told or don’t want to know.”
    “I want to know everything; I want to know exactly how much I have to torture that son of a bitch.” Cooper's voice grew frigid and Ruby could swear the air around them dropped a few degrees.
    “Ruby?” a voice called out. They both turned towards Michael’s building to see a petite figure walk towards them.
    “Lacy,” Ruby greeted her. Lacy surprised her with a warm hug. “It’s good to see you again.”
    “I’ve missed you. I’m sorry we didn’t get a chance to to talk at the memorial.” Lacy’s warm brown eyes matched her beautiful dark skin. Red highlights in her corkscrew curls shone in the street light. She gave Cooper a shy smile before turning back to Ruby. “It hasn’t been the same since you and Courtney left. C’mon, I think we’re the last to arrive.”
    “Funny, I thought we’d beat everyone here the way Cooper drove,” Ruby mumbled. Lacy hid a smile as Cooper elbowed Ruby in the ribs.  
    Michael’s building stood on the corner between an old barber shop and a neighborhood street. They walked to the building’s front door and entered to the elevator. Nerves threatened to creep over Ruby; she was extremely familiar with the four-floor layout. Michael’s family had made millions in Great Britain; when he moved to America, his trust fund followed, allowing him several comforts, including this entire building.  
    On the top floor (the one with the view) was his beautiful loft apartment where he and presumably Rebecca now lived - where Ruby used to live.   Michael put his art gallery on the first floor, where he often had showings and lavish parties for guests. The second floor contained his workspace, where he spent hours with canvas and paints to bring his imagination to life. The third, however, was completely closed off to anyone not in the coven. It was his Wiccan safe space where members gathered to talk and practice every month.  
    The elevator slowed to a stop and opened at floor three. Ruby stepped out first, not wanting to look as though she were hiding behind Cooper or Lacy. She tossed her hair back and held her chin high, bracing herself for a barrage of whispers or sympathetic looks. Instead, she was surprised to see open arms and welcoming smiles.
    Nearly everyone greeted her, chattering about how they’d missed her and how great she looked. Despite Cooper never having been part of their coven, they greeted him with equal warmth. Ruby overheard several people murmur their apologies to him. She shot him a glance to see his face, gracious and open.  
    Then a voice slithered in and threatened to break her solid demeanor. The people around her grew quiet as they watched the exchange.  
    “Welcome to our coven, Ruby,” Rebecca Mason greeted her.  
    Ruby had to admit Rebecca was as beautiful as she remembered, with creamy white skin and jewel green eyes. Her shiny auburn hair looked like it belonged in a shampoo commercial. It was easy to see Michael’s attraction, if he wasn’t looking past her gorgeous surface. Personality-wise, he was an idiot, because Rebecca was a grade-A bitch. Rebecca’s crack about “her” coven made Ruby want to create a spell to set that lovely red hair on fire.  
    “Yes, it’s good to be back,” Ruby responded. She kept her tone just as icy as Rebecca’s.  
    “I hope you’ve been able to keep up with your practice. I’m surprised you haven’t joined another group; they’re so helpful to have around.”  
    “True, but I’ve always managed to do magic well enough on my own. Are you finally getting the hang of things?” Ruby ignored Cooper's smirk.
    Rebecca’s lips straightened into a hard line. She tossed her red mane back and opened her mouth to say something, but