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[color=darkcyan]“Herik’s right,”[/color] said Vashti, showing that she had been paying attention to the Coven’s conversation after all. 

She was sitting on top of the yellow concrete block in front of an empty parking space with her head hung low. Her clothes and her headscarf had been so soiled that they had to be thrown in the bin. The hospital had been kind enough to give her a replacement outfit, a very stylish combination of an oversized Mickey Mouse sweater and acid washed jeans. It was on the house, which was thoughtful considering the amount of debt the Coven had just racked up in hospital bills. Was DENS going to cover that too like they had covered why they were here in the first place? Vashti didn’t want to have to explain to her dad why she was dipping into the trust fund. 

The doctors told her that her cut wasn’t nearly as bad as it looked, which Vashti imagined that she had Meifeng and Izzy to thank for that. They still doped her up, stitched her wound, and wrapped her chest up like a mummy. There would be a scar, which meant that even once she did get her curse lifted she’d still feel hideous. The doctors didn’t even question the scales, probably thanks to DENS, or maybe they did and she didn’t remember. She had only started to come out of the painkiller haze when Madison had called for a meeting. 

[color=darkcyan]“I mean, honestly, you’re joking, right?”[/color] she said, lifting her head to give Trevor an annoyed look. [color=darkcyan]“Or maybe you’re lying, because an FBI agent telling a bunch of [i]girls[/i]”[/color]—plus Herik—[color=darkcyan]“that they can handle this themselves is the stupidest fucking thing I’ve heard since Maya insisted that she fingerbanged a lady so good that it gave her magical powers. He sent some spooky bitch to go murder a bunch of people. Isn’t that reason enough for you Feds to go in and bag him?”[/color]

She was already certain that the answer would be a no. Hell, she was certain that a majority of the Coven was itching for another fight. She had seeked them out to find a way to control the chaos in her life, not get dunked into a vat of it. Vashti released a pained sigh that was so seeped in frustration that it might as well have been a growl and she looked at Lyss with pleading eyes. Aside from Herik and perhaps Emily, Lyss seemed to be the only other sensible member of the Coven. 

[color=darkcyan]“You agree that this is ridiculous, yeah? I know we all want to go after Schmidt, but didn’t Kayla have some grand plan to use him?”[/color] said Vashti, trying to sound calm. Although…[color=darkcyan]“Wait. Where is Kayla, anyway?”[/color]