She felt torn completely, never before had she felt so strongly attracted to any man no matter that the feeling of danger that emanated from him did so like a tsunami but every witch worth her salt danced beneath the moon, made their sacrifice and prayed to the goddess. She had never missed one yet and knew if she did now her coven would become worried for her. Indecision marred her beautiful features.
"It is not entertaining but a necessity" she told him holding out her hand as a gesture of farewell, "I will be at Copse Green for a few hours but perhaps if this party runs late I might return."
It seemed unlikely however that she would, usually the rituals they performed were exhausting and it took most of her power in performing it. Purity felt as if she would never see Julian again and could not believe how devastating that feeling wrought within her.
"I am Purity" she told him, "Whether I return or not... it has been ... eventful."