Chapter 142 – Sean stopped us just as we were getting into the car, his arms piled high with sweets. Like dad, he chose to stay behind for the séance. He hadn’t spoken much of the day mom died, but Sean found closure for that on his own.

In a way, Sean made getting over mom seem easy, but I knew the truth. No matter how disciplined, a person could only take so much pain. The agony of losing your mate was said to be the worst in existence. Just the thought of Asher fading was unbearable. Never hearing the husky sound of his voice in the morning or feeling his hair through my fingers as he showed me how loved I was with his lips and tongue; it was a fate I wouldn’t wish on any wolf.

Some part of Sean seemed to be at peace when I told him that mom looked happy, that the smile she had was genuine and warm. I wasn’t sure if I’d have some talent for spirit magic like Cordelia or if my skills were elsewhere, but I liked to think that Sean wasn’t alone as he crossed the grassy courtyard to join his patrol friends.

As Asher pulled away from the curb, the car was engulfed in silence that felt much too loud. Watching dad and Flora, then talking to Sean, it distracted me from why we had come. I still had news to break to my grandma, news I hadn’t yet processed myself.

f I was surprised grandma had a witch for a sister, I wonder how she’d feel. Then again, I was horrible at guessing her reactions.

“Whatever it is you’re all keeping from me, you might as well spit it out. The silence is making my ears ring.” She huffed, pinning me with her stare as we locked eyes through the passenger mirror.

 

Drawing things out would only grate on her nerves, so I eased into it the only way I knew how.

“The séance went…well. Mom showed up, and she gave us a list of ingredients we need to undo the binding spell. Cordelia has them all, but there’s one on the list we don’t have.” I took a deep breath, and then another. Maya encouraged me from the darkest depths of my mind, reminding me of all our glorious accomplishments as she left me to tell grandma alone. “We needed the blood of the witch who casted the spell, but she…she’s d**d. The only substitution is blood from a direct relative—like a sister.”

 

Grandma blinked, “…what do I have to do with this?”

The decades old wisdom that was etched into every fine line and blemish on her face began to fade. Its loss made her look younger, more unsure of the world and her place in it. I had only seen a handful of pictures from grandma’s childhood, and not one featured another sibling.

“You have a sister, grandma…she’s the one who bound my powers.” I hated the look of uncertainty on her face as she connected the dots. The one person who had an answer for everything was now speechless. “Did you know about her? Did you know she was a witch?”

car like gallons of ice water. Higher it inched, but quiet we remained. The tension had grown so thick that Breyona had no

crunched over the gravel of the house Cordelia and Rowena were occupying, we were all ready to fling ourselves from the car. Grandma got out first and put her hand on the hood

looked her age. The light that filled her made her youthful but

be right inside.” I told Asher and Breyona, nodding up at the house when neither one

the screen door rattled against the frame and clicked in place,

me what happened, only that she chose a new family. I remember hearing ma cry a lot. Thinking back on it, I’m not sure she ever stopped.” Her voice held no weakness, only unequivocal strength as she squared her shoulders and took a deep breath. “I had no clue she was a witch. I don’t know why she wouldn’t

do to fix things, so I wrapped my arms around her and inhaled the sweet scent of lavender and confectioners’

shot at in the middle of a crowd, worse

named a

all of this on you, grandma.” I mumbled against the scratchy fabric of her cardigan. “…and I’m sorry we pulled you

in her eyes but did nothing to cover the confusion and hurt she clearly

were a bit forceful about it. Almost dislocated a hip when that mate of yours shoved me into the car-” She smiled roguishly and wound her arm

cleared my throat. “Grandma, would you kindly allow us

her lips. “…I’ll let

stairs. We stopped at the screen door,

can’t be a witch.” She frowned, “…that

good. I thought she was joking at the time, but she might be onto something.” I shrugged and held the screen door back before following

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