Belle stepped into a large office. The carpet was grey and plush. The armchairs that sat before a cherry wood desk were black leather. The bookshelves matched the dark stain of the desk, and the grey curtains, Belle could only guess, covered a set of windows.
Behind the desk was an older woman, looking to be pushing forty. Her hair was pulled back, in a short ponytail. She was starting to go grey at the temples; High Priestess Hecate. She was sitting in a high-backed chair speaking on the phone.
Belle eased forward and sat down in one of the chairs waiting for her to acknowledge her.
Finally the High Priestess hung up the phone and looked towards Belle. They stared at each other a moment before she finally spoke. “You’re probably wondering why you’re here Miss. Hunter.”
“Yes ma’am,” Belle replied. She needed to remember to keep her annoyance in check. She was running on very little sleep…
“You might not remember this,