The Daughters of the Circle

  Morgan walked through the little Magick Moon Shoppe, looking around. In her hand was that little box they’d received on their doorstep. A storm raged outside with thunder and lightning, giving the store a haunted feel that ran chills down Morgan’s spine. Despite that, she couldn’t help but admire the cute little out-clove to one side. Walking to the door window, she took the medallion out of the box and hung it on the hook that stuck to the glass front door. Staring at the Triquetra, she wondered, not for the first time, exactly what it meant. If she saw Sophia, anytime soon, she planned to ask her what she knew about it. Morgan glanced around with pride. A place like this could seem like a whole lot when someone had been down and out the way she’d been—before she’d come home. They’d set up a glass case of essential oils that sat nearly six-feet high. And since she loved these scented oils, it quickly became her favorite part of the store. The sisters and their friends could go b