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For a moment I ponder the fact that there’s more than one sorcerer out there. Not only that, but one of them is my grandfather.
“I knew there had to be something to explain how gifted you are,” says Rita, looking to me. “I was beginning to get a little paranoid.”
“Gifted?” Emilia asks curiously
“I keep discovering more and more new magical things I can do,” I explain.
“Things like what?”
“Uh, maybe I’ll tell you another time, when I feel like I can trust you better.”
This seems to ruffle her feathers a little, but she brushes it off. “I suppose that’s only fair. So, are you going to explain about the spell you want me to help you with?”
I nod and dive straight in, giving her the basic facts, but leaving out who Rebecca is and who her father is. Pamphrock clearly wouldn’t want it getting out that his daughter has the Ultimate Power blood. Emilia understands my need to leave out some details, especially since she had a daughter with the very same blood herself.
“The poor child,” she exclaims. “My little Darya was closed off from the world too. We could never allow her a normal life because this city contains vampires at every turn.”
“Yeah but, do you notice anything different about me?” I ask.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’m living a fairly free life despite the fact that I have this same blood myself.”
Emilia narrows her eyes. “Yes. Now that you mention that, it is a tad strange. How do you manage to move about freely without being sensed by vampires?”
“When I was a baby, your daughter Darya created a spell that would hide my blood from vampires and anyone else who might be able to sense it. This is the spell that I want you to he
lp me recreate.”
She seems momentarily taken aback. “Have you searched in any magical texts for it?”
“High and low,” says Rita. “For all intents and purposes, such a spell doesn’t exist.”
“So that means my Darya designed it herself. If that’s the case then it is very near impossible to recreate. She might have even tailored it in such a fashion so that only she could be the one to perform it. You are trying to achieve the impossible. You might be Darya’s child, but she was the direct offspring of a sorcerer. And a very old and powerful sorcerer at that.”
I don’t mention the fact that the direct offspring of another sorcerer is sitting right across the table from her.
“No, you will need to go another route. There are ways around these things. If you cannot reconstruct Darya’s spell, then why not concoct your own? All you really need to do is use a concealment spell and modify it a little.”
Rita face-palms – hard. “Goddess yes! It’s been staring us in the face all this time. We’ve just been too distracted by other matters to see it.” She looks at me excitedly. “Tegan, I know we can pull this off if we put our minds together.”
“Have you any magical texts here in the house?” Emilia asks.
“No, but I have a ton of them out in the RV. I’ll go and get them.” Rita jumps up and hurries from the room.
At the mention of the RV, I notice Emilia’s face screw up with distaste. I had to hold in my laughter when I answered the door to her earlier and found her staring at it as though it was the world’s greatest eyesore.
I take the opportunity to question her some more while Rita’s gone. “How long were you with the sorcerer? Roman, I mean.”
Emilia folds her hands in her lap. “Not long. We spent a few weeks as lovers and then parted ways.”
My granny had a lover. Lovers, in fact. That’s kind of disturbing. Though in all honesty, Emilia is quite the GILF. Despite her age, it’s clear to see that she’s a beautiful woman.
“Did he ever find out you were pregnant?”
“Oh goodness no. I decided not to tell him. I knew he never planned to be in my life for very long, so I thought it better for my child – more stable – if I allowed Filipp to believe she was his.”
“That’s kind of shady,” I comment.
