The tension in the room hung thick in the air for several long seconds after the shaman dropped that bombshell. Seraphine stayed frozen, her mind reeling. A white witch. Black magic. The words kept echoing through her head, sending chills racing down her spine.
White witches were known to be good, using their powers for good, but this one had used her powers for evil.
Before either Seraphine or Voren could fire off another question, the shaman casually glanced around the room, her eyes landing on the beautifully set dining table.
The intense look on her face vanished in an instant. "Are you inviting me to breakfast?" she asked, like they hadn't just been talking about dark spells.
The abrupt change left both of them stunned. Seraphine blinked a few times, then let out a soft, surprised laugh. "Of course," she said, quickly standing up and pulling out a chair for her. "Please, sit."
