The three remaining witches stood frozen, their faces a mix of shock and seething rage. Olivia had done it. And worse, she had absorbed the witch's magic, something believed to be impossible, forbidden even among their own kind.
"You will regret this," the first witch finally rasped, her voice trembling with fury. "You've made an enemy of the coven, Olivia. You think yourself powerful now, but your strength will wane. And when it does, we will be there. And we won't be merciful."
"You've chosen their side," the second spat bitterly. "So die with them."
"But not today," the third whispered as all three witches took a step back, their eyes darting to the frozen crowd behind Olivia. Then, without another word, their forms shimmered and dissolved into black mist, vanishing into the wind.
