Levina knew that convincing the coven to help her was going to be a difficult task, if not impossible. But she wasn't going to give up; they were her last hope.
She rapped on the door again and again. With each unanswered knock, flickers of hope were sapped from her. The look of lost hope in Lucien's eyes that morning when she told him she was leaving to find a solution haunted her. Initially, he had been skeptical when she lied and told him she knew a witch who could prepare a cure. When he requested to follow her, she had declined, afraid of exposing the coven to Lucien, just in case...
'What if it doesn't work?'
'Then I will keep searching, till the ends of the earth, until I find a cure. I just need you to hang on for me. Fight the poison for as long as you can. Even when you can't, still keep fighting.'
He took both her hands and kissed her knuckles.
'Be careful, Lev. Witches cannot be trusted.'
