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“What did I take instead?”I wonder out loud.
“Probably like demon-hunting 101.”
I chuckle.“If only that was offered!No, it was that advanced potion class.You know, the one that teaches you dangerous combinations to avoid.”
“Oh, right!”Kristy laughs again.“And you wrote them all down with your own spin on things.That was the most you ever contributed to your own Book of Shadows.”
My lips curve into a half smile.A Book of Shadows is a big deal for most witches, having had them pass from generation to generation.I used to think I didn’t have one since I was the first witch in my family, but now that I know my mother was a Lancaster, I can only imagine the wealth of information in her family’s book.
If it wasn’t for the constant danger I’ve been in since finding out the truth, I would be going a little crazy to hunt down my long lost family.I have an aunt, someone my mother loved enough to risk everything to save.She’s the reason she turned to dark magic in the first place, and if she hadn’t sought out Lucifer, I wouldn’t be here.
“What?”Kristy asks, able to read my face and know my thoughts just took off.
“Nothing.”
“Really?”
“No,” I say as I go to my dresser, taking out a silk nightgown to change into.“Thinking about the book reminded me that I should have access to a Lancaster book, which reminded me of my mom and how she was promised to marry some asswipe and if she didn’t, her sister would get hurt.Like how fucked up is that?”
“It’s really fucked up.You don’t know who she was supposed to marry?”
I shake my head.“I’m sure Lucifer would know.Though does it matter?”
“I mean, in the grand scheme of things, no.But even I’m curious.”
“Me too.”I go into the bathroom to pee and change into the nightgown.Looking out the window, I feel for Binx.He’s still prowling the woods, staying nearClick here to enter text. Lucas and Tabatha.It’s killing me not to know what they’re talking about, though I have a pretty good idea.
“What do you think they’d do if they knew about me?”I ask, holding out my hand for Kristy.If she lays down, she’ll be out.And while I love my best friend, I want to sleep next to my husband tonight.I spent too many nights without him recently.
“I’ve thought about it,” she admits.“The Lancasters have a reputation.”She raises her eyebrows and lets me pull her to her feet.“They take pride in pure bloodlines, even though it’s a little incest-y.”
“Yeah,” I chuckle.“Marrying a third cousin isn’t frowned upon.”
“And in terms of magic, I think you’re as pure as it gets.Your dad is a freaking archangel.Like, you have a royal pedigree.”
I loop my arm through hers and laugh.“I’m a top-quality show dog.”
She lets out a snort of laughter.“But if you think about it…I don’t know if it would be a good idea to let them know you’re alive.”
Her words take me aback, even though I know she’s right.I’ve craved family my whole life, knowing deep down there was no way I was actually a Martin.It made no sense.Every once in a rare while, you’d see a witch born from a nonmagical family.But their lineage could be traced back to someone having powers, and most times it was only a generation or so removed.
And everyone knew it was damn near impossible for a witch to surface with such great powers the way I did.
“Tabatha knew,” I say as we get into the guest room.“She knew I wasn’t a Martin but never told me.”
“Would it have changed anything?”Kristy asks as she flops into bed.
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly, shaking my head.My dark hair falls around my face and I push it back behind my ears.“Maybe it would have given me a sense of an identity.”
“Or made you question things even more.At least, as a Martin, you thought you knew where you came from?I don’t know.The Martins are poop heads.Not Abby though.She’s cool.”
“She is.”I let out a sigh.“For years, the anger I had toward them fueled me to keep going, to succeed and prove them wrong.A wiser version of Callie would be thankful for that.”
“Hey, you’re getting there.”
“Slowly.”I pull the blankets over Kristy and let my mind wander for a moment again.If things hadn’t been laid out so precisely, I wouldn’t be here.The Lancasters being dicks about bloodlines forced my mother to take desperate measures.Said desperate measures lead her to dark magic and Lucifer.He fell in love with her, and I’m starting to think she loved him back.But then Michael was sent to save her and their love was true and pure and out of that love, I was born.
It’s a cosmic mind-fuck, that’s for sure.
