“Why did we think we could solve this?” Papers were littered across Ollie’s coffee table, filled with all the details he knew about VIGILANTE. He and Delia hadn’t solved a damn thing about who might be behind the organization. All their investigation had accomplished was giving him a headache. Flopping back against the couch, Ollie scrubbed his face with his hands, then brandished his hand toward the candles around the room so that they roared to life. Maybe a nice smell would melt away his headache.
“This is pointless. All of it. They’ve got us in a corner. We can’t figure out who they are, and we can’t lead our covens in peace until it’s no longer a threat.” He rubbed his temple and let out a sharp sigh. Normally laid back, at least on the surface, it was rare for Ollie to be so frustrated. Between VIGILANTE and his personal life, he felt like he was fraying at the edges. “I’m going to order a pizza. We need food.” // @runningwildes