"Security... it sounds like a dream," Max said. He leaned back, folding his arms across his chest. "It's been a long time since anyone felt secure in their position." Even now, the Queen dead, they had to contend with everyone who was left alive. The purge had taken the worse, but so many males without guidance, so many witches still terrified and traumatised... it was a precarious peace at best.

"One way or another, we'll fine out, I suppose."