17 - Exposed

~Ben’s Point of View~

Staking out a witch coven is definitely not my fucking preference of how I’d like to spend my day. But watching the coven that has housed some of the world’s most angry, brutal and temperamental witches? Sure, why not.

I tried to hang back as much as I could, while always acting as though I were paying attention, like I was on top of things. Of course my mind was only on one thing; the memory of Meadow in my bed. Her scent combined with mine, the way she looked in my shirt. I was too desperate to know what it would have been like to hold her in my arms as we fell asleep.

“This fucking sucks, we can’t get any closer without calling attention to ourselves. There’s no chance of us getting a spy in there, they’d see that coming, they’re all too close. Come on Ben, how can we get intel on this coven,” Angel asked, putting her hand on my shoulder.

If ever there was a more glaring example of why I didn’t want to be a full time Shadow this was it. I was no strategist