Britney is dead

WINTER'S POV

The events of last night kept replaying in my mind. I hadn't slept well because of what Britney had said. I didn't want to believe it was true, but deep down, I knew it was. Slade was hiding something from me which could be as severe as what Britney had claimed.

He had made a promise to the coven, but why had he broken it? And now, I was the one who would suffer the consequences of his failure: me and my child.

I got up from the bed and started pacing around the room, my back aching from the aftermath of staying up all night with my back hunched.

Glancing at the wall clock, I realised it was already past noon. Slade and Jude should be back by now, judging from the time it took to get to the mountain in East Copperborrow. It was a seven-hour journey by car, and I wondered what mode of transportation they had used. If they had used anything other than a car, the trip might take even longer.

Nonetheless, I couldn't stop thinking about what I would do when Slade arrived. Was