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| Father Ryan joins Rebecca & Charlotte in the Chapel |
"Our father who art in heaven...." Welshport's young Priest Donavon Ryan prayed as he stood, back turned, inside Rebecca's private chapel inside of Tirymor House.
"Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come; thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven." A kneeling Rebecca and Charlotte joined in facing Father Ryan clad in his thick wool black cassock with only a sliver of white at his neck showing.
"On earth as it is in heaven." Father Ryan echoed.
Then Ryan turned and faced Rebecca and her granddaughter Charlotte, now 12 years old. She was a beautiful little girl with eyes that sparkled like a wild Welshportonian sea. The priest looked down at his two congregants in this small ceremony on a Sunday afternoon. Private masses were very common on the Tirymor grounds. Rebecca called for them often as her spiritual hunger was constant and feverish.
Father Ryan, happy to appease the church's most healthy benefactor with private masses, placed his hand on one shoulder of each of the ladies present and closed his eyes and began to pray in Latin for them.
"Oro pro anima eorum. Pro cordibus eorum precor. Deus eos salvabir."
The chapel door slid slightly open. Only an inch so not to disturb the mass. Two eyes peeked through the open crack of the door. Dark eyes, eyes that began to feel the sensation of powers flowing inside the body they belonged to: Caspian Casador, Rebecca's newest soothsayer and spiritual guide that secretly came from the world of fire and brimstone.
Caspian did not like the presence of Father Ryan. Not in the slightest.
His eyes burned like hot coals in their sockets. He felt a horrible ripping at his stomach at even the site of the man and the wooden crucifix mounted to the chapel wall. He growled a vicious sound that came from the depths of his own dark soul. He began to burn hot from his body; the heat seeped slowing into the chapel. It was like the heat of 10,000 suns slowly going into the small golden toned chapel.
The three small stained-glass windows began to shake, the candles began to melt. Rebecca and Father Ryan began to perspire.
"Grandmother?" Charlotte said softly as she noticed the change in the room's vibrations.
Rebecca turned to Charlotte, and gulped, her mouth dry from the room's quickening heat. Charlotte's arm was extended pointing to the large stone bowl at the alter filled with holy water.
Father Rayn's eyes too followed Charlotte's pointed finger to the bowl of holy water.
It was boiling. Bubbles flowed over the rim as if it was being heated by real fire.
"What in the name of..." Father Ryan said rushing over to the bowl to get a better look as the sweat slowly dripped down the center of his back.
He touched the bowl, his hands scolded by the heat.
"What is it father? What's happening?" Rebecca asked frightened as Caspian smirked behind the slid open door.
Father Ryan turned to her, gripping his slightly burned fingers. "I... I don't know!" He replied, completely at a loss for words. He looked towards the slightly opened door and saw Caspian, but only his eyes. His glowing red eyes.
Father Ryan held his breath fearing what he saw. He knew what it was. He could smell the sulfer in the air, the dark eyes seemed to see right into his holy soul, a soul Caspian wanted to cush, burn and push out of Tirymor House once and for all.
A chill ran up the Ryan's sweating back, he crossed himself again. Those were not the eyes of man but something much more sinister, darker.
“Sanche in coelis, nunc nos defende!!” Father Ryan exclaimed in Latin praying for saintly protection. Then he lifted the cross around his neck towards Caspian who quickly vanished.
Once Rebecca’s new spiritual soothsayer Caspian left, the room suddenly began to cool. A fresh summer air returned calming the situation. The candles were blobs in their holders. The white lilies that decorated the entire chapel dedicated to Our Lady of Miracles were wilted and dead. Some even seemed singed by fire.
“Are you ok?” Rebecca asked the priest who’s hands were slightly sore to the touch from the burns.
"Mrs. Lord do you understand what just happened here in this room?" Ryan asked the matriarch of the Lord family who seemed slightly confused by the situation.
"I, I don't know." Rebecca said, her mind clouded, unable to connect to what was really happening.
"You should pray, Mrs. Lord, pray for your family and pray for the people living in this house. I can feel malevolence, it's potent. Its fresh. Can't you feel it?" Father Ryan asked.
"Father," Rebecca began to answer, unsure of what she saw but sure she didn't want to admit to it right away. "I Pray every day for this family. I have all my life. And yet, Father, evil finds its way here. So I continue to pray. Perhaps you should too before we lose our faith all together."
She squeezed her rosary beads hard in her hand, so hard the beads left indentions in her skin.
The question of faith swirled in Father Ryan's mind, and the strange vacant look in Rebecca's eyes that Father Ryan was beginning to notice seemed to come from a place that did not want him there in her chapel. She smied at him, a weird out of place smile that he did not recognize.
This Rebecca seemed to be another one all together.
"I have to leave now. I should get back to the priory at St. Catherine's." Father Ryan said, quickly grabbing his hat, personal bible and rosary.
“What’s happened? What happened just now?” Charlotte wondered.
Father Ryan began to breath hard. He knew. He knew what he saw. But he wasn’t sure if he could manage to do anything about it alone.
"Mrs. Lord, I need you to keep yourself safe. Keep close to your rosary beads and if you'd like to have another Mass, please, Come to church." He added as he dashed out of the small chapel leaving the Lord women alone.
As Father Ryan passed Rebecca in the chapel, the air shifted again, and Rebecca came to. Her mind cleared, her eyes back to their natural spring green. She dabbed a handkerchief at the sweat and felt odd, tired, heart beating wildly in her chest.
Charlotte noticed her grandmother's odd behavior and said nothing. Just stared.
Rebecca stood there. Her heart still pounding unable to explain to herself what just happened. She looked around and saw the strange depression of the room after that bizarre heatwave. She kneeled again, not in prayer, this time in thought and stared up at the beautiful statute of Our Lady of Miracles, her head surrounded in a crown of stars, her face, carved with worry and strain.
"We are not safe." Charlotte finally said. "We are not safe."
Rebecca turned to her granddaughter.
"What do you mean? How are we not safe?" Rebecca asked.
Charlotte said nothing only crawled over to her grandmother who was still on the floor kneeling next to her and cuddled her. The hugged. Charlotte felt something inside of her, it made her feel uneasy and it wasn't just fear from what she had just experienced. Ever since Sabrina's ghost had left her body she was getting visions, powerful visions in her sleep of things that would then happen in real life. Sometimes they were innocent things, sometimes she couldn't make sense of them.
She never told a soul. The night before, she dreamed that the sun, the star of fire burning and churning dark red flames, fell on Tirymor House engulfing all who lived there in a hellscape of flames.
"Something is wrong here." Charlotte said, hugging Rebecca tightly.
"Everything will be ok. Don't worry, don't worry my love, what Father Ryan can’t explain, Caspian will. His guidance is new to me and this house. He’ll protect us from the sickness, the darkness that we’ve been plagued by.” Rebecca replied, attempting to calm her young granddaughter by patting her bright blonde hair.
Charlotte gulped.
As Father Donavon Ryan made his way down the long grassy path on his long walk back to the Village he looked back and saw someone standing on the third floor balcony of the Tirymor House. It was Caspian. Watching him. Taunting him. Daring him to come back once again.
Father Ryan only sucked in a deep breath of sea air, and rushed down the grassy path to the village. He knew the family Lord needed more than just his humble prayers for salvation.
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| Evie & Matthew meet with Dr. Ward |
Dr. Ward was one of three Doctor's on the island, and the Lord family friend. He had been very close to Albert and Rebecca over the years, and had even made several house calls to Tirymor in recent months and watched over Jacob as he healed from the shooting. In his hands, Evie would trust him with pregnancy now that she was in her sixth month.
"Ms. Lord, everything seems to be progressing well." Ward said, looking over Evie's charts after her examination.
She sat back on the table in relief and squeezed Matthew's hand tightly as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.
"Were you worried about something?" Ward asked noticing her physical response.
"I don't know." She smiled, glistening in the afternoon light that filtered though the hospital window. "I'm just nervous, I don't really know what to expect."
"We're just really eager to meet the baby." Matthew added trying not to make things odd in the hospital room considering Evie's real worry was that she was pregnant with a vampire's child.
"Well you certainly don't have to worry about anything from what I can tell. Just continue resting, eat well, have a little exercise like walks in the garden or on the beach. Fresh air. Thing like that. You'll be just fine." Ward added.
"I will." Evie smiled.
"Other than that, how are you? I know that last few months have been especially hard on both of you. The loss of Sebastian and Alice must have taken their toll." Ward mentioned.
Matthew and Evie shot each other looks.
"Those tragedies have brought us closer together and with Evie's mother now here, I think we can finally start to somehow grow more as a family. I am determined to make sure we stay this way. The suffering," Matthew said before pausing. "has ended."
"Well I wish I could have your bright outlook on life. My own family has suffered a great loss." Dr. Ward answered. "My son and his wife unfortunately died suddenly in an accident a few weeks ago."
"Oh my god, doctor, I'm so sorry!" Evie said in a gasp.
"Is there anything we can do?" Added Matthew.
"No, no, I shouldn't have even brought it up. But with your baby on the way, I was reminded of my nine-month-old granddaughter Samantha. She was sent to us from Augusta after her parents died so we're now in the same boat as you. Parenthood. Except I'm much older and this is my second time." Ward giggled.
"If there's anything you need doctor, please let us know." Evie said grabbing his hand as Nikolas entered the hospital room with Nurse Asha Hoffman.
"Everything ok?" Nik asked.
"All good. Evangeline is ready to go." Ward said, wiping away a tear.
"Doctor." Asha said, passing him files to sign.
"For me?" Evie asked.
"Oh! No. These are papers for a grant application from the state. I'm starting a new apprentice medical school here and some of that education money is also going to refurbish the east wing of the hospital We're going to open a mental health ward." Ward Explained.
Evie felt strange, her mind quickly remembering her time on the mainland at Windcliff Sanitarium.
"It can be difficult to send patients from here to Windlcliff. So we thought we'd take care of that old building in the back of the hospital and make it a ward for us." Ward explained.
"So they're allowing you to teach here? On the job training?" Matthew wondered.
"There's no better way, if you ask me." Ward replied. "I am getting older, and with the granddaughter coming I might need more help around the hospital. Doctors Kelly and Fernwood would also appreciate a little more back up." He mentioned.
"Apprentice?" Nik asked. "How exactly does it work?"
"A person who was interested in becoming a medical doctor would forgot the typical medical school and join me here and basically learn on the job. It's a long process that does include classes aside from being in person and learning but with us being a rural hospital in desperate need of more help, the state has given us the opportunity to try it out and get the help we need." Ward explained.
Asha listened intently.
Evie could see Nikolas was interested too just as Asha was. After Alice's death he struggled to find himself. He wanted to find ways to make his life better but no only his other's too. He was always a very passionate person about serving his communities, whether they were in London or Welshport, perhaps medicine would be the perfect place to do so.
"Nikky..." Evie smiled. "what do you think?"
"Nik are you interested in medicine?" Matthew wondered as he noticed Evie's prodding.
"Well, I don't know, maybe I could be a good fit. I would live a chance at making people feel better in all kinds of ways, maybe medicine would fill that void I've been searching for after Alice's death." Nik said.
"And anyone can apply?" Asha asked suddenly.
"Nurse, are you interested in being a doctor?" Ward wondered.
"Well, I don't know." She replied shyly.
"Listen, the more the merrier. Like I said, Dr. Kelly and Dr. Fernwood would love to have a person here when I can't be and if it's two people that's even better. Your both young, healthy and seem to be eager to, I wouldn't mind having both of you on the staff." Ward said.
"Nikky, do it!" Evie encouraged.
"Really? You think so?"
She nodded her head furiously attempting to make him sign on. He thought about it, wondered if he could truly make a difference in people's lives working at the hospital. Dr. Ward handed Nik and Asha the forms from within the stack of paperwork from the state of Maine that explained the whole program and they both seemed ready to sign on.
Evie got up from the exam table and fixed her dress by adjusting her tightening corset from around her growing baby bump. Matthew held her tight to him. She could feel the warm of his love pouring over her, he could feel hers too.
"Matthew is going out to sea soon, and I'll have Nikky all to myself for a bit. That'll give me ample time to convince him to sign on Dr. Ward, and Nurse Hoffman, the world needs more women in medicine! Trust me on that. I sincerely hope you too sign up."
Nik and Asha looked at each other and smiled. Were they really two future doctors at Welshport Hope?
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| Genevieve, Johnathon, Jacob & Celeste at Gramercy Café |
An afternoon fog swirled along The Village streets like a river of clouds winding and turning the curly streets. At Gramercy Cafe, Jacob Lord, his new wife Celeste, their baby Fabian, Charlotte, Celeste's brother Johnathon and Johnathon's fiancée Genevieve all sat together at a large table as a family. Together they were the new face of the Lord family that The Villagers were eager to gossip about.
The group sipped from glasses of afternoon white wine and nibbled on small plates of fruits and cheeses as Celeste fussed with her new baby. She was glowing in a blue dress that contrasted against the perfect white table cloth that acted as white clouds to her blue sky. Jacob, her new doting husband, looked on proudly at his growing family, but also kept his eye on his new brother-in-law John and Genevieve.
John was not only Jacob's brother-in-law, he was his own half brother, a secret John was told not too long ago by his half sister Celeste. In a bizarre twist of family trees, John smiled at the brunch table where his life's truth stared him in the face: his paternal half sister Celeste was married to his Maternal half brother Jacob.
But this wild detail wasn't the only thing causing Jacob's stomach to tie up in knots. It was Genevieve. Her face, a soft peach toned jewel, eyes two sapphires and her hair dark like a night sky, was the spitting image of Sabrina Spencer-Lord; Jacob's late sister-in-law that he was once in love with and that he killed on one of Welshport's beaches in a fit of passion over a decade ago and framed his brother David. David, desperate to escape prosecution for his wife Sabrina's death--- had never been seen or heard of since.
Despite the very tangled up and family history sitting at the Gramercy Cafe together, things were off to a very pleasant and civil start.
Genevieve put down a warm biscuit that she had buttered and caught Charlotte staring at her again. Charlotte, of course, recognizing her late aunt Sabrina's face right in front of her now in the form of Genevieve. The 11 year old girl couldn't understand how the woman who's ghost had one lived inside her body was now sitting in front of her with a new name.
"I know it must be so strange for you, honey." Genevieve said to Charlotte over the busy noises of the cafe.
The little girl shrugged.
"Remember what I said, Charlotte, sometimes unexplained thing happen in life. But this isn't aunt Sabrina." Celeste added, as she bounced the baby up and down in her arms.
"Charlotte understand. She's no fool, isnt that right my girl." Jacob said.
"If it makes you feel better, I'm a little confused too. After all, it's not every day a person comes into a family where someone they once loved had their same face." Genevieve added.
"Could there be some sort of family connection?" John wondered.
"I've never had family called Spencer." Genevieve said. "It's just one of those odd coincidences."
"Very odd." Jacob said, his eyes scanning Genevieve for any ghostly sign of Sabrina. The spirit he worried would come back from wherever she dwelled to take him on and destroy him. But Genevieve seemed free of Sabrina's powers.
"You know in a few weeks, my son Morgan will be arriving, Charlotte, you'll have a playmate. You will finally have someone your age to be around. It'll be wonderful." Genevieve said.
"A son?" asked Celeste, pushing for more information.
"From my previous marriage. When Morgan's father Steven passed away I moved out east to find work. Which brought me to Johnathon. Morgan has been loving in San Francisco with my former mother-in-law Sybil until I settled in to a new life. I guess all things work out in the end, doesn't it? Johnathon has helped me find that new life." Genevieve explained as she reached to tug and the handsome Johnathon's hand.
"Morgan is a wonderful child. You'll all love him." John said.
“Sybil? From San Francisco? Sybil Staton?” Jacob chimed in recognizing the name.
“Yes! Well, Staton is her maiden name. But yes, that’s her. Do you know her?” Genevieve asked.
Jacob lifted a brow. “She’s the west coast version of my mothers.” Jacob shuttered, “business wise.” He added.
"Well, the house will be very busy. It'll be wonderful." Celeste replied rolling her eyes at Jacob.
"Which reminds me." Jacob interjected as a waiter brought them all more coffee. "Tirymor is a very large house, and we could of course welcome young Morgan, with ample space for him, but wouldn't you all like to have your own space in town? Celeste's cottage here in the village is free, Filipe has gone off to wherever he's gone off to and we can certainly have it all cleaned and refurbished for you and Morgan once he arrives."
"I think that would be wonderful!" Genevieve explained, happy to leave the shadowy mansion where her doppelganger once lived and haunted.
Johnathon's eyebrows furrowed. "No, no, that's too much to ask. If it's all the same to you I'd like us to stay at the mansion just until Morgan arrives, let him get acclimated to the island and them maybe we can find our own place out here in the village. But for now, again if this is ok with you and Mrs. Lord, we'd stay at the house."
"Of course! Of course!" Celeste said glaring at Jacob. "That makes sense, doesn't it darling?" She added.
"I think perhaps they'd like their own place free of anything at Tirymor. We all know how that house can stifle the life out a person." Jacob said cryptically and hoping his new rival as Lord family heir would take the bait and move.
"I agree. Wholeheartedly." Genevieve answered quickly. Jacob looked over at her again, entranced by her beguiling resemblance to Sabrina. She shined, she sparkled, and the same old warmth of obsession seemed to bubble up in his chest again.
Celeste noticed. Her brow lifted. She kicked Jacob in the ankle.
"Then it's settled!" Jacob said, his wife's kick breaking his stare. "I'll have workers get to Celeste's cottage later this afternoon and get things started. You'll both love it."
"Wonderful!' Genevieve said as she lifted up her coffee mug for them to toast.
"No! No, no! Genevieve, I understand you'd want your own place to start fresh, but my brother and I have just got reacquainted and I want him close. For Fabian too. We need to be together." Celeste said.
"Darling, you're acting like your cottage is in France. We can have you over at the cottage any time you want. Fabian can see his uncle John whenever. Cars are fantastic modes of transportation." Jacob said passive aggressively.
"But..." Celeste began before being interrupted by Johnathon.
"Look," he said, feeling he and Celeste would lose this fight "we'll let the two of you discuss this and decide what you'd like. We don't want to be any kind of bother to anyone at Tirymor."
"No! Johnny don't go!" Celeste exclaimed.
"No, no no.... why don't Genevieve and I excuse ourselves from the table and head over to the post office and pick up the mail that was sent over. We'll ask them to start sending it over to Celeste's old cottage too."
Before Celeste could interject, Johnathon and Genevieve had gotten up from the Cafe table and quickly exited in a flurry of strange, unsettled feelings. Johnathon didn't want to leave the mansion he was finally seeing as his own because of his true paternity, and Genevieve wanted out as soon as that hour.
Jacob shot a look at Celeste. A cold look.
"Why is he so intent on staying at Tirymor Celeste? What is it about my family's home that has him claws so dug in? What does he know?"
Jacob was hinting at Celeste's promise that she wouldn't tell their mutual half-brother the truth of who his real father was. Jacob wanted John to stay away from what would rightfully be his in terms of inheritance and power at the family company.
"I don't know what you mean." Celeste said kissing her baby on the head. Charlotte looked down at her food and played with the eggs.
"I think you do." Jacob replied. "He seems very sure that he belongs at the house. I can tell. Why wouldn't a grown man want to live on his own with the woman he loves instead in a stuffy, now crowded, mansion with the likes of us? Did you tell him about Albert? Did you tell him that he is Albert's son too?"
"Jacob enough!" Celeste replied. "I told you I would not tell him. Why would I? What would that do for me to bring him into this family and break my promise to you. Sometimes I think you think Im some kind of fool, someone who wants do break down everything she's worked for. Well I don't."
"Don't you?" Jacob growled. "We didn't exactly start this marriage on the most humble and loving grounds. It wouldn't surprise me if you indeed did break your promise to not tell Johnathon his connection to my family and it's fortune as it would benefit him, a brother you love so much."
"Daddy, please." Charlotte said softy hoping he'd stop the interrogation.
"And there it is, the part where you think I am a fool. I didn't tell him anything." Celeste said, lying.
Jacob looked into Celeste's deep brown eyes searching for a sign of deceit. But there was none. All he saw was the woman he truly fell in love with and began a family with and the beauty that was the mother of his newborn son. He loved her, he loved her enough to believe her, even if it came with a stark warning.
"Very well." He said reaching for her free hand and kissing the back of it softly. "Just remember it isn't me that I am protect Johnathon from when it comes to this truth that my father is his father too. Rebecca won't be too pleased either if she were to discover my father's treachery." Jacob added mentioning his mother's wicked side.
"Your mother is fine. She hasn't an angry bone in her body." Celeste added.
Jacob laughed. "Well, you're quite the optimist. Truly. My mother has the face of a kind older woman but the heart of lioness, trust and believe that. The very moment she finds out we were all keeping this secret is the moment she strikes at the jugular. No one would be safe. No one."
"I'm the mother of her grandson. She wouldn't harm me. Look how she protects Evie. She protects those that extend the line of her family." Celeste noted.
Jacob smiled his cold evil grin at the woman he loved. He found it amusing that she thought so highly of Rebecca. He thought how sweet it really was that so far no one really saw Rebecca's cold, dark side even though she had shown it quite often when it came to how she handled Eliza Goode.
"That is wishful thinking Celeste. I know my mother. I know her very well, so heed this arming..... Don't cross Rebecca Lockwood-Lord. Not when it comes to the children she bore herself. That includes me. Should she discover Albert had a child with your mother, and that child is John and he's now swimming alongside us like a sweet little guppy, she'll swallow him whole like the shark she is with no regard for you or Fabian."
Celeste stat back in her chair. She took a deep breath and allowed Jacob's words to sink in. Then the fear seeped in too... had she gone too far? What would happen if the truth came out?
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In a misty ghostly blue fog, Sabrina Spencer-Lord floating around the Tirymor bedroom where Genevieve and Johnathon were staying.
She could feel her connection to Genevieve. She could feel the anxiety this brought upon the household but to Sabrina this felt like the jolt of energy that would give her a second chance at life.
If she could find a minute alone with Genevieve, even just a second, she could jump into her body and find a way back into the world of the living just as she did with Charlotte, but in this case, it would be not only in the body of someone who was grown and able to do the tasks that Charlotte's young hands could not handle, but also a person who looked like her.
Sabrina's ghost, the spirit that over a decade ago left in death on the beach outside of the village could finally pick up her life where it was taken from her, and perhaps, if she was lucky, Sabrina could find her way back to David too and once and for all prove his innocence of her murder.
Genevieve, willing or unwilling, was the key to Sabrina destiny. A destiny of redemption that could finally end Jacob's house of lies.
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| Aurora, Rebecca & Caspian in a Tirymor parlor |
This left the family destitute and in need of cash. Which brought them to the Lords and offering Evie, their head-strong, independent daughter, as the bride to Sebastian after the pairing decades earlier.
Aurora roamed the halls of Tirymor House feeling a bit like her old self. The glistening gold on all the giant family portraits reflected the same color in the dangling crystal chandeliers. The lights from the buzzing electric fixtures burned into the red velvet wallpaper warming room even more.
"What have you done to her? What... what are you?" She asked, her voice almost impossible to hear as it retracted in fear.
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| The photograph |
Over and Over.
Sebastian smiled at his friend Filipe. The memory filling his own mind of how Filipe would watch out for him when they were younger, like an older and younger brother.
"Good, I'm glad you can't figure out a way back there. If anyone were to see you and to think that you're somehow watching her or sneaking around Tirymor, they'd kill you Sebastian. They'd find a way and they'd kill you. Then what? Your child would surly never know you." Mary warned.
"We could figure out some way to check on her. There may be no harm in that. Perhaps I could." Filipe offered to Sebastian's delight.
"Absolutely not. None of us, none, will set foot on that island. Not until I figure out how without any of us trapped or hurt or worse. Jacob's spies circulate that island like hunters set for a kill. It's not happening." Mary again warned.
"If anyone knows what it's like to have someone in their life suddenly taken from them, it would be you. Think about how you were so desperate to see and be involved with your daughter Charlotte. Its the same thing." Sebastian said.
He was right. Mary would have done anything to see Charlotte in the early days when Jacob took her away from her.
"What do you mean? Is it Matthew?" Filipe wondered.
"Don't be foolish." Filipe replied.
"She may have been learning. My mother never said Aunt Sabrina was a full witch." Mary explained.
"I don't know. I don't recognize her but anyone can help it's the sisters. Together with me, we can join forces to reverse the mistake my mother made bringing Caspian here. We have to find this other woman."
"But where are they? You once told me that all the women of the coven died or were killed." Filipe replied.
In the photo, tattered, torn, his young mother's face was sweet and innocent. She never got to live her full potential once she married his father David and let go of her ideas of witchcraft. Things Sebastian never knew. But he had to know more. The mysterious woman needed to be found. To save Evie. To save his baby.
