Everest let out a deep sigh, which I did not understand. Then he said into my mind, “Cyrus Proctor. Son of Myrtle Proctor. Descendant of Edward Proctor. Coven Leader.”

My eyes widened. My head snapped back to Cyrus so fast my neck cracked. That was why Cyrus looked so much like Tennessee. he was Tenn’s grandfather a few centuries removed. Eventually a child of Cyrus’s would bring Tenn into this world. My jaw dropped. That meant this guy was also my cousin. And he was also Coven Leader. Somehow that’s not a coincidence but I don’t know what it means.

Cyrus Proctor stopped beside a middle-aged woman with graying brown hair and brown eyes. He looked down at her and nodded. She arched one eyebrow then looked directly at me. I sat up straight, but she’d already looked away from me. Both her and Cyrus were now glaring at Sweyn who was screaming from the middle of her bed, still surrounded by her bloodied dinner.

The woman reached up and wrapped her fingers around a gold locket and that I recognized instantly. That was the Hierophant’s locket. Orange magic flashed between her fingers. She reminded me so much of Bentley when she did that. Cyrus lifted his hand and blue magic shot out of his palm and wrapped around Sweyn’s body. She growled and lifted off the bed, Cyrus’s magic dragging her toward him before he dropped her on her knees in front of him. But he did not release his magic.

“Mother—” A young woman who didn’t look more than my age leapt around the middle-aged Hierophant then slid to a stop. “Get off them!”

My breath caught me in a rush. That was a Bishop. I didn’t even need to ask. With the blonde hair and golden eyes, she looked like Emersyn, Hunter, and Kessler. But it was the power in her aura that set the record straight for me. Bishops had power unlike the other arcana. It was like standing in front of the sun.

“Lavinia,” the Hierophant whispered in that motherly tone like she was warning her.

But Lavinia raised her hands up and spirits popped up from beneath the stone floor, glowing in a translucent blue. I looked back to Lavinia and found the Mark of Death on her arm. She snarled, “Where would you like them, Mother?”

Everest wrapped his arm around my waist and dragged me behind Sweyn’s throne, so we were out of sight. “The Hierophant is Elizabeth Bishop. her daughter Lavinia is the daughter of angel Gabriel. Elizabeth is the other Coven Leader,” he told my mind.

I crept to the edge of the throne and peeked around just in time to watch spirits carry Sweyn’s court out of the room. They were bound with golden magic that looked like ropes. No matter how hard they thrashed the spirits’ grip was harder.