Safe.

Safe, he replied.

In Atlanta, Josiah and his coven prepared painstakingly to break into Sherman & Associates.

They expected to run into complications, possibly even magical traps. Josiah let them decide how they wanted him to help. For his part, he would just as soon stay on the front line, but if something happened and he was caught committing a crime, he would lose his position as DA.

After some deliberation they decided the power of the district attorney’s office was still too useful and he should work with Maria to provide backup surveillance. Steven, Henry, Richard, and Anson would do the actual breaking in.

They would execute the break-in on a Sunday night. After they had finalized the plan, Josiah worked with Anson on where to leave the Camry so he could pick it up when he ditched his Audi in another public place.

“I’m starting to feel uneasy about this,” Anson muttered. “You’re vanishing too much. If you had no idea someone was trying to track your movements, you wouldn’t be disappearing at all.”

“We always knew this would come down to violence and risk.” Even as he said it, he frowned. Like his old ambitions of political power, violence and risk no longer felt as acceptable as they once had.

If this were just a matter of revenge, he would have already given it up, set up the coven trust fund, and headed to California. But revenge was the simplest part of this. He could even give up the possibility of ever getting justice for what had happened to him. But Rasputin would keep victimizing witches, destroying not only their lives but the lives of their families, unless he was stopped.

He almost missed the eight-o’clock exchange that night, but at the last moment he whipped out his phone to text.

Safe.

She replied, Safe.

Back in Everwood, Sarah wanted to have a gathering on the summer solstice. “At first I didn’t think I’d be up for it, but I feel different with you here. Do you mind helping?”

Even with Molly’s gifts of energy and healing, they both knew this summer solstice was likely going to be Sarah’s last.

“Of course not,” Molly told her instantly. “I’m happy to do whatever I can.”

They worked hard to prepare. Molly found a blessing in a grimoire she’d been studying. With Sarah’s approval, she said the blessing over the food dishes she prepared the night before. It sank in over the night to provide extra nourishment and luck to anyone who ate the food.

When the day itself dawned, over three hundred people showed up to visit, eat, dance, walk Sarah’s labyrinth, and take turns sitting in on a drum circle that played for hours. After enjoying a bonfire that lasted late into the evening, Molly was pleased to see Sarah’s evident happiness as she said good night to the last of the visitors.