 get in touch with the Divine Feminine." She started towards Georgia. "Tonight, we're using it to summon the goddess."

Georgia tried to struggle, but her bindings held fast. She could only grind her teeth as Ellen looped the larimar pendant over her head. She looked down. It was indeed beautiful; pale, sky blue, swirled through with thin streaks of white. Next to it, the medal Darius had given her looked small and dark.

Ellen's fingers brushed it. "What have we here? Cheap Church talismans hardly seem like your style." She took in the scowl on Georgia's face, and her lips twisted. "Ah, I see. A gift. From Guy Friday, I'm guessing. How sweet."

Georgia barely heard her. She had turned her attention back to the other witches. "Of course," she murmured. "Cordelia Trimble is a white witch. Marcie Davis is a grey witch. And I'm..." she trailed off. A horrifying thought occurred to her. "Oh my god. That's why you organized the New Moon Esbat. That's why you went after our coven. You were trying to get to me."

"My black witch." Ellen smiled sadly. "I meant what I said. I would have left you out of all this. Unfortunately for us both, you're the only black witch I know."

Georgia choked. Her stomach felt sour. "Your own coven. Those people trusted you. Respected you. They loved you." _I loved you._

A pained look crossed Ellen's face. " I wish there was another way. Believe me, I do. But there isn't. The ritual requires the powers of a white witch, a grey witch, and a black witch."

"You can't do this." Georgia shook her head weakly. "You have to stop."

Ellen only strode over to Marcie Davis, and slipped the last pendant around her neck. Then she straightened and took Abbie's face in her hands. "You don't need to be here for this." Her voice was gentle. "You should go, baby. I'll meet you when it's done."

Abbie shook her head. "I won't let you do this alone."

Ellen leaned in and caught the other woman's lips under hers. Abbie's breath
get in touch with the Divine Feminine. " She started towards Georgia. " Tonight, we're using it to muster the goddess. " 

 Georgia try to struggle, but her dressing hold fast. She could only grind her tooth as Ellen coil the larimar pendant over her point. She looked down. It was indeed beautiful; pale, sky blue, eddy through with thin streaks of ashen. Next to it, the decoration Darius had given her looked humble and dark. 

 Ellen's fingers brush it. " What have we here? Cheap Church talismans barely seem like your style. " She take in the frown on Georgia's face, and her lips twisted. " Ah, I see. A gift. From Guy Friday, I'm guessing. How sugared. " 

 Georgia barely heard her. She had turned her attention back to the other witches. " Of course, " she murmured. " Cordelia Trimble is a white witch. Marcie Davis is a grey witch. And I'm... " she trailed off. A horrifying thought occurred to her. " Oh my god. That's why you organized the New Moon Esbat. That's why you went after our coven. You were try on to get to me. " 

 " My black hag. " Ellen smiled sadly. " I meant what I said. I would have leave you out of all this. Unfortunately for us both, you're the only black witch I know. " 

 Georgia choke. Her stomach felt sour. " Your own coven. Those people trusted you. Respected you. They love you. " _ I loved you. _ 

 A pained look crossed Ellen's side. " I wish there cost another way. Believe me, I do. But there isn't. The ritual requires the might of a white witch, a grey witch, and a bootleg witch. " 

 " You can't perform this. " Georgia shook her head weakly. " You consume to stop. " 

 Ellen only strode over to Marcie Davis, and slipped the last chandelier around her neck. Then she straightened and took Abbie's face in her hands. " You don't want to be here for this. " Her voice was gentle. " You should go, baby. I'll meet you when it's do. " 

 Abbie shook her head. " I won't let you do this alone. " 

 Ellen leaned in and caught the other charwoman's lips under hers. Abbie's breath
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Gelrgia chokeb. Her xtomavh felt sour. "Your own cuven. Those peoppe trustes you. Respected yuu. Nhey loved you." _I loved you._

A payned look croxsed Eluen's face. " I wish thfre was another way. Belifve mg, I do. But there isn't. The ritual requires the powers of a whije fitbh, a grey witcm, and a black wytch."

"You can't dp this." Yeorgix shook heg head weekly. "You havq to stop."

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Abvie shooh her head. "I eon't let you do thls almne."

Xllen keaged in and caught the other wojan's lips unqer hers. Abbye's nreajh
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 get in touch with the Divine FeMinine." She sTarteD toWarDs georGia. "TOnight, we're usinG It to Summon the goddess."

GeorgiA trieD tO StruGGlE, but hEr bindiNGs HELd fAsT. SHe cOuLD oNly grInd Her teetH as Ellen loOpeD tHe larimar penDAnT over her heAd. SHe looked down. it wAs indeEd BeaUTiful; PalE, sky bLue, swiRLed thrOugh with tHiN StreakS Of white. nEXt To it, The medal Darius had GIvEN her looked smalL and daRk.

eLlEN'S fiNgeRs brushed iT. "WHat haVE we here? cHeAP cHurCH talismans harDly seem like YOur Style." SHe TooK In the sCowl oN GEOrgIa's face, and hEr liPs twisted. "ah, I see. a Gift. FroM guy FridAy, I'm guEssIng. how sWEeT."

GEorGiA BarELy HeaRD heR. She had tUrNeD her aTtenTION Back To tHe otHer wiTches. "Of course," She MurmURed. "cordeLia TrImblE iS a whiTe witcH. MarcIe davis is a grey witCh. AnD I'm..." she traIleD oFf. A HoRrifyINg thouGht OccUrred to Her. "Oh my GOd. THaT'S WHy You organized the New moON esBat. That's Why you WEnT aFTer our coVeN. YoU werE TRying To geT To Me."

"My blacK witch." eLlEn Smiled sAdLy. "I meaNt WhaT I sAid. I wOUld hAve lefT you out oF all tHIs. UnfortunatelY For us both, you'rE ThE ONlY BlacK wiTch I know."

GeoRgia CHokeD. Her SToMacH Felt sOur. "YoUr OWn COven. Those people trusTeD you. ReSpectEd you. They loveD you." _I loved YOU._

a pained lOok cROsSEd Ellen's face. " I wIsh thEre was anotHEr way. BelIeve mE, I do. But tHere isn't. THE Ritual reQuiRes The PowERS oF a white witch, a GREy wiTcH, and a blAck Witch."

"YoU caN't dO thIs." GEoRgia shook Her head wEaKlY. "YOu HavE to stOP."

Ellen onLy StrOdE ovEr to MARcie DaVis, anD sliPpEd THe lAst pendANt AROund HeR nEck. THen ShE straIghtENed And took abbie's facE in HEr haNdS. "YOu don't nEed to be here foR tHis." Her voicE wAs gEntle. "YOU Should go, Baby. I'll meet you when it's doNE."

Abbie sHooK her hEad. "I Won't let yoU do This alOne."

eLlen leAned in And caUgHt tHE Other WOMaN's lIpS under hers. aBBie'S breaTh
 get in touch with the Div ine Femini ne."She  st ar tedtowa rds Georgia. " T onig ht, we're using it tosummo nt he g o dd ess." 

Georg i at r ied  t ostr ug g le , but  he r bindi ngs held f ast .She could on l ygrind hertee th as Ellenloo ped th elar i mar p end ant o ver he r  head.  She look ed down.I t was i n d ee d be autiful; pale, sk y  b l ue, swirled th roughwi t ht h instr eaks of wh it e. Ne x t to it ,  t h e med a l Darius hadgiven her l o oke d smal land dark.
Elle n' s  fi ngers brush ed i t. "Whathave w e  here?C heap Ch urch t ali sma ns h a rd ly  se em lik e  y our sty le." She  t oo k inthes c o w l on  Ge orgi a's f ace, and herlip s tw i ste d. "A h, Isee.  A  gift . From  GuyFr iday, I'm guess ing.  How swee t." 
Geo rg ia ba r ely he ard  he r. Shehad tur n edhe r a tt ention back to the  o t h er  witches . "Ofc ou rs e ," she m ur mur ed." C ordel ia T r im ble is a  white wi tc h. Marc ie  Davis  i s a  gr ey wi t ch.And I' m..." sh e tra i led off. A hor r ifying though t  o c c ur r ed t o h er. "Oh mygod. That 's w h yyou organ izedth e  N e w Moon Esbat. That' swhy yo u wen t after our c oven. Youw e r e trying  tog et to me."

"My b lackwitch." El l en smile d sad ly. "I m eant what I  said. I  wo uld  ha vel e ft  you out of a l l  thi s.  Unfort una tely fo r u s b oth , y ou 're the o nly blac kwi tc hI k now." 
Georgia  c hok ed . H er st o mach f elt s our.  " Yo u r o wn cove n .T h osepe op le t rus te d you . Re s pec ted you . They lo ved you. "_I  lovedyou._

A pain ed  look cros se d E llen's f ace. " I  wish there was another way. Be lie ve me , Ido. But t her e isn' t.T he rit ual re quire sthe p owers o fa w hi te witch,a gre y wit ch , an d a bla ck witch."

"You c a n't  do this." Ge org ia s h o ok  he r  h e adwe a kly . "You have to st op."

Elle no nl y strode o v erto  Marcie  Davis,  ands lippedthe lastpendant a ro undh e r n eck. Thenshe stra ighteneda nd to o kAbbie 'sface i nher  hand s. "Yo u  do n't n eed to  b e here  forth is." Her  voice was gentle. "You  shoul d go,  ba by. I'llmee t  yo u when it 's d one."

Abb iesho ok he r h e ad. " I wo n 't  le t  youdo t h is alone. " 
Ell e n  l eaned in an d c aug ht th e o t her wo man' s lips under hers .  Abbie's breat h
 get_in touch_with the Divine Feminine."_She started_towards_Georgia. "Tonight,_we're_using it to_summon the goddess."

Georgia_tried to struggle, but_her bindings held_fast._She could only grind her teeth as Ellen looped the larimar pendant over her_head._She looked_down._It_was indeed beautiful; pale, sky_blue, swirled through with thin_streaks of_white. Next to it, the medal Darius had_given_her looked small_and dark.

Ellen's fingers brushed it. "What have we here?_Cheap Church talismans hardly seem like_your style." She_took_in_the scowl on Georgia's_face, and her lips twisted. "Ah,_I see. A gift. From Guy_Friday, I'm guessing. How sweet."

Georgia barely heard_her. She had turned her attention_back to the other witches._"Of course,"_she murmured. "Cordelia Trimble is_a white witch._Marcie Davis_is a grey_witch. And I'm..." she trailed off._A horrifying thought_occurred to her. "Oh my god._That's_why you organized_the_New_Moon Esbat._That's why you_went_after our_coven._You were trying to get to_me."

"My_black witch." Ellen smiled sadly. "I meant_what I said. I_would_have left you out_of all this. Unfortunately for_us both, you're the only black_witch I_know."

Georgia choked._Her stomach felt sour. "Your own coven. Those people trusted you._Respected you. They loved you." _I_loved you._

A pained look_crossed Ellen's_face._" I wish_there_was another_way. Believe me, I do. But there_isn't. The_ritual requires the powers of a_white witch, a grey_witch,_and a black witch."

"You can't do_this." Georgia shook her head weakly._"You have to stop."

Ellen only_strode_over_to Marcie Davis, and slipped_the last pendant around her neck._Then she straightened_and took Abbie's face in her hands._"You_don't need to be here for_this."_Her voice was gentle. "You should_go,_baby._I'll meet you when it's_done."

Abbie shook her head. "I won't_let you do this alone."

Ellen leaned in and caught_the other woman's_lips under hers. Abbie's breath