The Descendants Complete Series by L.D. Hall

Author:L.D. Hall [Hall, L.D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: L.D. Hall

Chapter 18

Naomi,

It’s selfish of me to hope you never read this letter, but if you are, you know everything. I hope you understand why we never told you who you really are. The people after you will stop at nothing from getting to you and abusing your power. I’ve left one copy of the grimoire with your aunt, another hidden here as a safeguard. Keep close to Kat, she is your true family, I trust her with my life. You do have a biological aunt; my sister, another witch. I’m not sure what name she’ll be using when and if she ever finds you. But she isn’t to be trusted; stay far away from her. She’s dangerous.

Naomi skimmed her mother’s hastily written words before closing her eyes. She took a breath, getting to her feet.

“It all makes sense,” Naomi whispered. “Genevieve is also a Descendant; like my mother, like me. Maybe Genevieve wanted my mother to work with her . . . join their powers or something. And when she refused . . . ” Naomi didn’t want to finish the sentence; she now had no doubt that Genevieve had betrayed her parents’ whereabouts to the Order. “And I think this explains how those witches were able to find the grimoire at Elias’ house. Blood magic.”

“Blood magic?”

“I read about it in one of Madalena’s grimoires. Among witches, relatives share magical bonds. If an object is enchanted by one relative, other relatives can easily find it using a Locator spell. I’ve suspected Genevieve’s working with those witches who attacked the farmhouse; this proves it.”

“Why didn’t she come for the grimoire herself?” Alaric asked, frowning.

“I don’t know,” Naomi said, chilled. “She could be working on something else, and that scares me. It means she’s still ahead of us.”

“Christ,” Alaric swore. “We need to tell the others.” He froze, looking down at the grimoire. “Why wasn’t Genevieve able to find this one?”

“My mother put a special enchantment on this one. When I used the Locator spell . . . I heard it. Just like I heard the Stone. I think my mother enchanted it so no one else could find it but me.”

Naomi picked up the grimoire, clutching it and the letter to her chest. These were direct connections to her mother, and she suddenly felt the enormity of her loss like a gaping wound. Her grief swelled, and she couldn’t hold back her tears. Alaric stepped forward, pulling her close, and she wept into his arms.

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