Tenn swallowed the bite he was chewing, then shoved both hands into his hair. “I just don’t understand. She hasn’t gotten Witch’s Shock since she first got to us—when she’d been using magic for a few days. This is not the same Tegan as that Tegan. The amount of magic she can use is astonishing, the feats she pulls. She wasn’t even white witch when she went down. It makes no sense. I’ve been replaying last night in my mind over and over and over. Something had to have happened in that fight at Avolire that I missed.”

“It was Sam.”

We all jumped at the sound of a new voice in the room behind us. When I turned, I spotted the largest human being I’d ever seen. This guy had to be a few inches taller than Tenn and Kessler and they were six-foot-five. He was tan, had big muscles, and had long brown hair that seemed to have a natural ombre with many different color strands mixed in. It was wild and windblown and in desperate need of a brush. The guy sauntered toward us with all the confidence in the world. His purple eyes were menacing, but as he scratched his scruffy beard and gave the room a small smile, I saw his eyes soften.

I frowned. “Who are you?”

He looked right to me and smiled. “I’m the massive black dragon who carried Tenn and Tegan out of Avolire last night.” His voice was as deep as Tenn’s yet somehow less terrifying. Slightly. It was an apples-to-apples game, both were deep and terrifying.

I gasped. “OH. The purple eyes. Duh. Hi, I’m Frankie.” I held my left hand out.

He shook my hand. “I’m Koth.”

Dream-Deacon chuckled. “King of Shifters. No big deal.”

My eyes widened. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know⁠—”

“How could you?” He winked. “Welcome to hell—I mean, The Coven.”

We all laughed.

“What did you mean?” Tenn’s deep voice was rough and gravelly.

Koth’s face fell. “Elan informed me Tegan went down with Witch’s Shock. Is this true?”

“Yes,” Tenn growled.

Koth cursed. “I thought that was strange for her, so I’ve been replaying what I saw in my head for hours until I finally came up with an answer for you, which I figured would be the case given the way my shaman kept side-eyeing me.”

Easton walked up and held a piece of fried chicken to Koth’s face. “Have one.”

Koth scowled down at the food. “Is this fried chicken?”

Easton grinned as he sat back down. “Yep. Humor me.”