The only worry Griffin and Roman had on their way to Aster City was arriving too late to the meeting.
Their parents needed them there as backup just in case Elijah somehow managed to slither his way out of the accusations. Or worse, try something stupid.
Hence, imagine their surprise when the chopper began its descent toward the center of Elijah's large compound.
Or at least, tried to.
Halfway down, something yanked the helicopter violently to the side.
The entire aircraft lurched so hard Roman had to grab onto the side rail while Griffin's shoulder slammed against the interior wall. The pilot cursed loudly, wrestling with the controls as the blades overhead let out a strained metallic whine.
"What the hell—?!"
Then they saw them.
About seven women stepped out from the corners below, their white dresses whipping in the wind as they raised their hands and began to chant in eerie, synchronized unison.
The air became charged. Griffin and Roman shared a look.
Witches.
