Chapter 75

　　The chicken walks into the kitchen and pecks at random crumbs on the floor.

　　'This place is incredible. 'Do you think I could get a tour?' I ask of Yiselda.

　　'Of course, as a Midnight Coven member, this is also your home now,' she says proudly. She leads us down a lengthy corridor. I'm perplexed because the Covenstead appeared to be enormous from the outside, but this hall appears to be at least twice the length. As we proceed down the corridor, I notice that there are no doors, only old picture paintings of witches who were members of the midnight coven until they died or were killed. I come to a halt in front of one to observe its beauty more thoroughly. I take a step back. As the artwork moves, I leap back and scream. The witch in the portrait briefly bends her head and smiles before returning to her previous stance.

　　'Luna, what is it?' Lilac replies, concerned, as she places a hand on my shoulder. I point to the portrait.

　　'She moved,' she said.