"...I'll do it. Even if it hurts and even if I might die, I, I have to try…"
"Don't say yes so quickly," Ashlynn said as she stroked her sister's hair. "I won't accept the answer you give me right away, and it's been the same for others in the coven," she explained when she saw Jocelynn's face begin to darken.
"Jocey, there's so much I need to tell you about what it means to be a witch before you choose to become one," Ashlynn told her little sister. "I, I won't lie, I want you to accept this and I want you to join me, but… I'm worried that, if you say yes tonight, before you understand, then you'll start to hate me later on when you do understand, and then everything will only be worse between us."
"How could I hate you?" Jocelynn asked as tears flowed from her eyes. She looked up at Ashlynn with a mixture of hope, fear, and anxious determination. There was a chance to make things right between them. Or, if not right, better than she'd ever hoped they could be.
