In the evening, Aiden arrived at Abigail's summoning space as agreed, only to find, to his surprise, that his seat had been changed.
He glanced to his left and saw the towering, half-serpentine figure shrouded in the mist looking down at him.
"Yo," Lamia hissed, flicking her forked tongue as she smiled at him.
Unlike before the events of the Cult, where Aiden had always sat at the far end of the long table, facing everyone, his seat had now been moved to the side of the table, originally Presia's spot—the one where Aiden had first infiltrated the gathering.
"Ladies are all quite punctual," Aiden greeted the assembly of Great Witches without any hesitation.
