The Coven of the Cornerstone

Previously

…Nadine watched her go, a profound sense of unease settling over her like a shroud. Olga knew. She knew about Nadine’s research, her nighttime wanderings, her suspicions. And she had made it terrifyingly clear that Nadine was no longer an unnoticed observer, but a subject of scrutiny, a potential threat that needed to be understood, managed, or perhaps, neutralized. The warmth of Olga’s smile had been a chilling mask, and behind it lay a predator whose gaze had left Nadine feeling exposed, vulnerable, and utterly alone. The current, Olga had warned. Don’t fight the current. But Nadine knew, with a certainty that chilled her to the bone, that fighting it was the only way she stood a chance.