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All of us gasped.
“For her,” Dad continued, “he gave up hunting. And she gave up her craft.”
Freya’s jaw dropped, and she leaned forward.
“She left the coven?” Freya asked. “For a human? I wasn’t even aware such a thing is possible.”
Why should she be?
Freya would sooner give up her right leg than her magic.
“It wasn’t,” Dad said. “Isn’t, and especially not for a hunter, whose family had killed its fair share of their coven over the centuries. But they loved each other. They were ready to damn any and all consequences to be together.”
“What happened to them?” I asked.
Dad laughed, but there was no humor in it. “To them? Nothing. They got married, had a child, and died like any other humans. But the witches knew they’d be around to see their curse come to fruition, whether it strike in that century or the next, or the next after that.”
He leaned forward and put his head in his hands. Dread pooled in my stomach at what he would say next.
“Those witches also knew that even though their sister gave up her extended life and her practice, magic did not disappear. It would be passed down through our family, until it appeared in the next girl born. She would be a witch.”
Cadence grew very still. For once, she understood the weight of the situation. To my shock, Freya’s hand grabbed mine. I gripped it tightly.
“And she would be killed by her own blood,” Dad finished.
My stomach dropped. I’d known Cadence was at risk of getting killed by the witch killer, but I hadn’t known she’d been the target.
By her own blood, I thought.
Green eyes flashed through my mind, and pain laced my head.
“Josephine,” I said. “She’s related to Cadence?”
“What was the witch’s surname?” Freya asked. “The one in your bloodline?”
“Moonflower.”
Cadence perched on her chair with unnatural stillness. I reluctantly let go of Freya’s hand and knelt by my sister’s side. She refused to meet my gaze, so I tucked my finger under her chin.
“No one is going to hurt you,” I told her. Her too-green eyes met mine. “No one, okay?”
She nodded, but her face remained in an unsure frown.
“We will protect you, little witch,” Freya promised and forced a smile.
Cadence nodded again. “I can help fight her too. You did say I was powerful.”
This time, Freya’s smile was genuine. “I like the confidence.”
I rolled my eyes.
The duo the world is not prepared for.
Freya’s smiled faded. She paced the room and chewed on her lower lip in concentration.
“Something still doesn’t make sense though,” Freya said. “There’s no way Josephine is doing this just to right a vendetta against your family. She has an end-goal. She always does.”
Sometimes, I wondered how Freya had ever loved someone so selfish and cold, but then again, no one’s family was perfect. I glanced at my dad and mulled over his words some more. A realization hit that made my blood boil.
