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our history forever.”
“What man?”
“Henrich Kramer.”
Trin gasped. “The author of the Malleus Maleficarum was a demon?”
“Yes. What better way to root out any remaining magic than to incite a public witch hunt?”
Chapter Twelve
“Heinrich Kramer, the man, was known to have died in 1505, but the demon behind the face was forced into hiding when most of the witches on trial weren’t real witches at all. He and the remaining demons took the few true witches of the time and learned to siphon their magic in smaller amounts, barely surviving until one witch cast a spell so powerful, they all came running.”
“Who?”
“You, Karina . Your spell is what pulled us all through time.”
Trin jumped from the chaise, fear coursing through her veins as she caught Caris’s eye from across the room.
“What’s wrong, Trin? Are you okay?” Caris called.
“I think I gave her a start with the tarot reading I did,” Lillian interjected, pointing to the cards that suddenly appeared on the table between them.
“Uh oh, did you just find out you’re gonna marry my cousin? I’d freaked out too if I was you,” Caris joked.
Trin looked back and forth between the women, trying to gauge what had just happened. Could Lillian truly be a witch from her time? And if what she said was true, that meant it was her fault that witchcraft in the old world had died out. Her spell had scattered her line and their natural-born powers to the wind, forcing them to soul travel aimlessly throughout time, exactly like her and her lost sisters.
Trin wiped the tears from her eyes, and forced a smile onto her face. “No, no. It wasn’t anything like that. I just recovered a little piece of my history that hit me hard, that’s all.”
“Learning the darkness of one’s past only helps to bring light to their future.” Lillian smiled kindly.
Trin nodded and glanced again at Caris. She wouldn’t be sharing this information with her––it wasn’t for a novice. They had no need to know of such things as true witches and magic eating demons. “Thanks again, for bringing me here, Caris. I’m so very grateful.” Trin smiled, pretending not to be shaken to her core by all that had transpired.
“You’re welcome,” Caris said. “Now let’s get our stuff and go get something to eat. I’m starting to get light headed.”
“Let me know if there is anything you need that you don’t see,” Lillian offered.
“I’ve found more than I expected and can’t thank you enough.” Trin turned away and began to gather the items on her list, adding a few power objects that seemed to be calling to her in the moment. The pendant from before, a jar of high-quality healing salve, and a ceremonial blade.
The girls met at the checkout counter, placing their items in front of Lillian to be packaged.
“Here are the keys, go ahead and load up and I’ll be right out,” Caris said, tossing the jumble of silver towards Trin.
“Okay. Thanks again, Lillian. It was such a pleasure to meet you.” Trin took her bags and walked to the door.
“You’re very welcome, and I look forward to seeing you again.”
Trin smiled and set off with a wave.
Caris snapped her head towards Lillian. “Did you tell her?”
“Yes. I told her everything.”
“What did she say?”
“What do you mean? You saw how shocked she was. She had no idea,” Lillian snapped.
“This isn’t good. It’s like she can sense some things but not others. I’m going to need the tooth, Lillian.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Caris.”
“I don’t have any other choice. I have to see if I’m right and figure out what’s blocking her. Jason and I are running out of time.”
Lillian walked towards the cabinet in the back, slowly pulling out a small golden key from her pocket. She unlocked the glass door and reached for a black box on the top shelf. After filling it with crushed rue, Lillian picked up the demon’s tooth with a black satin cloth and
“What man?”
“Henrich Kramer.”
Trin gasped. “The author of the Malleus Maleficarum was a demon?”
“Yes. What better way to root out any remaining magic than to incite a public witch hunt?”
Chapter Twelve
“Heinrich Kramer, the man, was known to have died in 1505, but the demon behind the face was forced into hiding when most of the witches on trial weren’t real witches at all. He and the remaining demons took the few true witches of the time and learned to siphon their magic in smaller amounts, barely surviving until one witch cast a spell so powerful, they all came running.”
“Who?”
“You, Karina . Your spell is what pulled us all through time.”
Trin jumped from the chaise, fear coursing through her veins as she caught Caris’s eye from across the room.
“What’s wrong, Trin? Are you okay?” Caris called.
“I think I gave her a start with the tarot reading I did,” Lillian interjected, pointing to the cards that suddenly appeared on the table between them.
“Uh oh, did you just find out you’re gonna marry my cousin? I’d freaked out too if I was you,” Caris joked.
Trin looked back and forth between the women, trying to gauge what had just happened. Could Lillian truly be a witch from her time? And if what she said was true, that meant it was her fault that witchcraft in the old world had died out. Her spell had scattered her line and their natural-born powers to the wind, forcing them to soul travel aimlessly throughout time, exactly like her and her lost sisters.
Trin wiped the tears from her eyes, and forced a smile onto her face. “No, no. It wasn’t anything like that. I just recovered a little piece of my history that hit me hard, that’s all.”
“Learning the darkness of one’s past only helps to bring light to their future.” Lillian smiled kindly.
Trin nodded and glanced again at Caris. She wouldn’t be sharing this information with her––it wasn’t for a novice. They had no need to know of such things as true witches and magic eating demons. “Thanks again, for bringing me here, Caris. I’m so very grateful.” Trin smiled, pretending not to be shaken to her core by all that had transpired.
“You’re welcome,” Caris said. “Now let’s get our stuff and go get something to eat. I’m starting to get light headed.”
“Let me know if there is anything you need that you don’t see,” Lillian offered.
“I’ve found more than I expected and can’t thank you enough.” Trin turned away and began to gather the items on her list, adding a few power objects that seemed to be calling to her in the moment. The pendant from before, a jar of high-quality healing salve, and a ceremonial blade.
The girls met at the checkout counter, placing their items in front of Lillian to be packaged.
“Here are the keys, go ahead and load up and I’ll be right out,” Caris said, tossing the jumble of silver towards Trin.
“Okay. Thanks again, Lillian. It was such a pleasure to meet you.” Trin took her bags and walked to the door.
“You’re very welcome, and I look forward to seeing you again.”
Trin smiled and set off with a wave.
Caris snapped her head towards Lillian. “Did you tell her?”
“Yes. I told her everything.”
“What did she say?”
“What do you mean? You saw how shocked she was. She had no idea,” Lillian snapped.
“This isn’t good. It’s like she can sense some things but not others. I’m going to need the tooth, Lillian.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Caris.”
“I don’t have any other choice. I have to see if I’m right and figure out what’s blocking her. Jason and I are running out of time.”
Lillian walked towards the cabinet in the back, slowly pulling out a small golden key from her pocket. She unlocked the glass door and reached for a black box on the top shelf. After filling it with crushed rue, Lillian picked up the demon’s tooth with a black satin cloth and
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