Chapter 50
Allison didn't take back her rules before she died.
She also hadn't broken the spell she'd put on Hendry and me to tie up our tongues whenever we talked about the church or the hanging ritual.
Color me surprised. But in some ways, it was good we couldn't tell anyone about the ritual that could give another witch more power. We didn't need a repeat performance of someone like Allison.
About a week after the whole ordeal, Hendry and I stood outside the church in the parking lot while a song of hammers pounding and chitchat echoed throughout the night. Humans, witches, and vampires had congregated here to rebuild the church, including the section of the roof destroyed by the flood, and, so far, no one had run away screaming, whether because of bloodlust or because someone was the object of bloodlust. Granted, the Berkano and witches were working separately, not together, on two different areas of the church, but this was progress.