Georgia mostly kept to herself, despite her power and the fact she was a witch, she didn't believe she fit in the coven. The coven wasn't a place for her, she didn't fit in nor found ease like Misty did.

She mostly stayed locked in her room or was with Kyle to ensure his healing was still going okay — after all so much power in a short amount of time can be rather painful or dangerous.

She didn't interact with the witches all that often, sometimes she spoke to Zoe. But outside of Misty she spoke to practically no other witch.

Maybe she needed to find her own way, her own coven or maybe she was damned to be alone for ever and always. Life was so much easier before the fellow witches came into their lives — maybe she grew accustomed to being alone and not having to share Misty's attention.

Her stupid crush hadn't died down — nor did it seem like it will any time soon. The giddy smiles and butterfly's in her stomach never went away.

Georgia placed a hand to the back of her head as a surge of pain ran through it, as if she had been hit with a brick — except she hadn't. Her brows furrowed as she pushed herself of the bed and went to the mirror. Why did she feel pain that didn't belong to her?

She plucked her fingers from her head, seeing no blood or sign of abuse to her head. Her thoughts were spiralling and heart was beating fast.

Who's pain was she feeling and why?

She watched her glossy reflection turn to simply shiny as she rubbed away the tears of pain that had fallen into her eyes.

She was confused why pain was such a big part of her life, if it wasn't her own emotional pain it was someone else's — or their physical pain.

She placed her hand to the cold mirror, finding her body seemed to get hotter and hotter with each second that past.

The mirror seemed to fog up. Words etched into the fog — maybe she had heat stroke, or not enough sleep. Maybe Georgia was insane.

Who is the liar, if not the one
who denies that Jesus is the Christ?
This one is the antichrist: the one who
denies the Father and the Son. [*]

She stared at the words in confusion. She placed her fingers to her pulse, feeling it beat a little to wildly. She felt sick to the stomach in confusion.

Georgia was not religious in any way, she had a small understanding that there is an after life, a heaven, a hell and a purgatory but she did not believe in bible written by a man thousands of years back. But unlike her mother's side of the family who had been satanists and her dads side who were Christians, she herself felt nothing towards such beliefs.

"Speak to me, spirit, let me see you." She whispered, her hand hovering over the words.

"I am no spirit, child."

"Then who am I speaking to?" She questioned her reflection, gently rubbing the words from her mirror with her bare arm — leaving smudges behind.

"The creator of the end."

"Please leave if you're just going to talk to me in riddles."

Georgia had great control over the dead, yet here she was unable to force whoever was speaking to her to show themselves.

"Do not be stupid, child, all will be revealed in due time."

The witch furrowed her brows, her head tilted as her eyes remained on her mirror. "Is Misty safe?"

"As safe as the dead can be, little one."

Pain flooded over her head and heart. A hand left her mirror, coming over her mouth. Her eyes watered and a sob left her mouth. Georgia collapsed down to her knees, still in front of the mirror.

"I'll keep her safe for now, my child."

"Tell me who you are, please." She pleaded through her tears and shakes.

Georgia never thought she'd have to live through the day Misty died. It made her feel sick and heavy. Her shoulders weighed her down and her heart ached.

"Think of me as the serpent, child."

Her eyes stayed on the mirror.

The devil wasn't real — or at least he wasn't a red figure with horns and a tail — but she was confused. Georgia who never once believed in such a person and was sure she just encountered Lucifer.

Her brain wasn't in a place for comprehension as a dark whisper of a goodbye flooded past her ears. She was no longer kneeling she was curled up, sobbing in pain.

Coin prodded his paws against her. Georgia scooped him into her arms and held him close.

She was in no place to summon the spirit of Misty Day and revive her — not yet, not when her heart hurt so much.

* 1 John 2:22, Christian Standard Bible.
You may notice atm Georgia doesn't hold a big role in Coven, not seems all that important — she plays a much bigger role in the next book.