CHAPTER NINTY (90)

"Skylar?!" Slowly, Shailyn nudged the door open, peeking her head inside before letting in the rest of her body, the witches following at her steps as they made it into the space. They stared stunned and flabbergasted as Skylar slowly scrubbed her fingers into her white hair, her skin was the pellucid, decolorized, and taintless as the snow. Skylar was sitting upright, stroking her hair as if it was the most essential trait she had. Shailyn shared bewildered glances with the witches, she found analogous expressions on their faces. She stared back at Skylar or Devika. She didn't know which to honor her with.

Dya and Maye instantly went on forward and got on their knees, heads bowed respectfully and deferentially. Shailyn stared confused before realizing as she also got on her knees. She recalled skimming a progression where Luna Devika was said to love being revered, she loved stamina, being prominent, and in control. Shailyn cursed under her breath, Skylar would