The cleaning fairies had made tremendous progress already. About ¼ of the castle was clean. Clean but with broken furniture. Ash would need to address that problem next.
Like he told Blair, he had absolutely no intention of rebuilding the coven but he should replace what he broke. The empty rooms could stay empty for the rest of his miserable eternal life.
Ash would stay here alone reflecting on his own stupidity and how he had failed to protect everything that mattered to him until he rotted away. But first he needed to exact his revenge on the Cromwell coven.
He wasn't sure exactly how to do that yet. When he escaped, his only thought was that he had to live to fight another day. The Cromwells were rich and powerful but he had no idea where their wealth came from.
The Mayhew coven had sustained themselves by trading information and knowledge with the witches. They were a clan of researchers. Or you could call them spies.
