To See an Old Friend ; [The Pride]
@nuka-blackwell, @vitani-blackwell
The Blackwells were going to see an old friend.
In this day and age, it was important to keep contacts more than ever, because those who dealt in the things they needed were going further and further underground to escape persecution. The internet made it easy for amateur sleuths to pat themselves on the back for chasing those of certain professions underground. So, connections were important.
Selina Mug was a woman whose mother’s mother’s mother’s mother had known the Blackwells when they were still the Lyons. A powerful witch with the shadow of a beast. The original Mug witch had passed that power on to her daughter and Zira had kept in touch, until that daughter grew into a powerful witch in her own right. And so on and so forth.
Now, their rented silver Porsche road down the narrow streets of Rome, Nuka in the driver’s seat, Vitani in the passenger, and Zira in the back idly scrolling on her phone.
“How much longer? My fangs are starting to itch,” Zira huffed, running her tongue over her teeth.
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