"Welcome back, did I take too long?" Carmela smiled as Marius rose from the symbol he was sitting on, and there was not a hint of smile on his stupid face. All the stitches in his body began to heal, their marks fading from sight, and he was anew, looking nothing like a body that had been decapitated weeks ago.
He cracked his neck, adjusting his bones in the right places, and when he breathed out a relieved sigh, a smile broke on his pale lips. His pitch-black eyes settled on Carmela who was standing meters away from the symbol, and beside her was Draven, who looked regularly composed.
His gaze darted to the frightened coven members who bristled back upon having him summoned, and the smile on his lips twitched. He looked down at his hands and balled them into fist.
"How many years?"
