Ninety-Four

Bryony’s POV

Sybil and I made a huge pentagram on the grass with salt. Luckily, it was a clear day today, only a soft breeze. The sky clear as the sun shone brightly down on us. Darius watching his perfect lawn with not a blade of grass out of place.

“You know I only just repaired the grass from you last time you destroyed it, and now your mixing salt in it,” he whinged.

“For someone as dominant