Witch-Mage Breaking by Isabel Campbell & Michael Anderle

Author:Isabel Campbell & Michael Anderle [Campbell, Isabel & Anderle, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2024-03-29T00:00:00+00:00

Thea’s kitchen smelled wonderful.

The chocolate cake in the oven made her mouth water. Kira stood by the stove, stirring pasta in boiling water. One of the things she wanted to learn was how to cook, and Thea wanted to help Mia by serving her a hot meal after a long and stressful day of council meetings. The pasta was for Mia, but Thea had to admit the chocolate cake was for herself.

I deserve it after the hell I’ve been through this week. She sat at her kitchen table, scrolling through the documents about Alia that Adaline had sent her yesterday. Kira asked what she was doing, and when Thea told her, Kira mused, “What does that have to do with you?”

“My coven’s warning? No damn clue,” Thea answered, glancing up from her laptop and sniffing. “I smell something burning.”

“The cake!” Kira opened the oven and rescued it. In the process, she forgot oven mitts and yelped at the burning sensation in her hands. The cake pan clattered onto the stovetop. Fortunately for Kira, she had magic coursing through every vein, so she healed herself in seconds.

Still, Thea winced. “Did you forget the timer again?”

Kira looked sheepish and changed the subject back to Adaline. “Should you be surprised your coven did that? Folsom will meddle in your life as long as she can.”

Thea sighed. “Seems that way. Still, the whole thing feels like it’s coming out of left field.” She turned her attention back to her laptop and scrutinized the poems she had read over and over. Particular lines stuck out to her. Tarnished womb, full tomb. A coven first and last, bound and sealed. A wish undying, a power everlasting. What did the iron and cage in the mage song mean? Thea’s head ached. I’ve been studying this too long, trying to make sense of it.

She glanced back at Kira. “The songwriter’s name is familiar to me, but I can’t figure out why. Fiorina.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, realization blinked into her brain. “That’s it!”

Kira turned, giving Thea a puzzled expression.

“There’s an old painting at the coven estate of a woman on a stormy cliffside called ‘Woman of Fiorina.’ It’s Irish, and it’s been there forever.”

“Do you think it’s Alia?” Kira asked. “If so, why the hell is it at the coven estate? I know your coven Mother likes collecting art, but that’s too weird of a coincidence.”

Thea agreed but was too busy typing to answer Kira. As a coven member, she had access to the coven’s history and several documents listing the former coven Mothers and names of previous Sabbat leaders. It had taken years for the coven to make this information available to all its members, and they’d only done it in the name of “truthfulness and transparency.”

Thea searched back several years to when the first remnants of her coven existed in Ireland. The descendants of those initial witches had come to the new world and settled in the south, where the magical ley lines running through the land were potent.

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