Hundred and twenty-six

I stared back into the otherworldly green eyes of the older woman, surprise filling my features. She was as equally surprised as I was, her eyebrows raising up a little. Irene, the leader of the coven. She hasn’t aged a day since the last time I saw her.

Her pin straight black hair, her smooth, porcelain skin and her signature red lips…she looked really alluring. She was in her mid forties, yet she didn’t look like it at all. It was due to her power, she was so strong, and her powers caused her not to age as fast as humans and other witches. I wouldn’t be surprised if she, in her fifties, would look like someone in her twenties. That was just the tip of the iceberg of her abilities as a witch and also as a coven leader. I was practically feeling the energy within her, course through me, as if in sync with mine.

“Cassandra,” her raspy voice filled my ears. “It’s nice to see you again,” she said, though I could still hear the curiosity in her voice and the questions running through her