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We’ve known she was going to leave for years, but now that that day has arrived, it feels as if a piece of myself is getting ripped away. Before she left, we made a charm to talk to each other hoping that it still worked when she was inside the castle. We needed to know everything in hopes of possibly breaking this curse.
My sister will not die for some stupid curse that was cast over a hundred and fifty years ago. We shouldn’t have to pay for the sins of our ancestors, and I have a feeling that there are more secrets we don’t know about.
My grandmother was trying to figure out a way to break the curse. The thought brought me hope until I realized that my great aunt died here, meaning they didn’t figure it out. I closed the book when reading felt futile. I got up, checking on the pie to see if it was ready. My hand was throbbing when Mr. Potter returned.
“I leave you for an hour and you cut yourself with a knife.” He shook his head when he took my arm.
“I didn’t cut it with a knife. Zev came to visit me.” I was still reeling over what had happened.
“Excuse me?” He looked at me with concern, as he checked on the rest of me, then looked around for him.
“The curse called him back, but before he shifted, he brought me this,” I said, showing him my grandmother’s grimoire. “He said he had been thinking about it, and there was a reason she came to visit me. When I felt her, she said ‘Katarina use your blood’. Her grimoire opened up just like Vivienne’s had with my blood. And she talked about breaking the spell.”
“That’s wonderful!” Mr. Potter looked excited.
“They obviously didn’t get far if she died, Mr. Potter,” I snapped at him.
“They might not have broken the spell, but who’s to say they didn’t have a good starting point.” Mr. Potter cupped the side of my face with his ghostly hands. “I know this is all hard on you. You are such a warrior; you love fiercely and there is no better mate for them than you. Don’t let the weight of this spell bring you down. You will break this spell and when you do, your family should bow at your feet. A magic-less witch did what no one else could.”
I launched myself at him still expecting to fly right through him, but his ghostly embrace was just the right amount of comfort I needed. As much as I would miss him, he was also a reason to break the spell. He deserved to go home with his mate to enjoy the afterlife together.
“You’re an amazing man, Mr. Potter. I wish I had an elder like you in my life to guide me and make me believe in myself,” I said, enjoying the feel of a fatherly embrace.
“You’re an amazing woman. I wish I could see your relationship with the boys flourish and see your children.” He pulled back and kissed me on the forehead. “Zev is a stubborn man, but I feel it in my soul that you are meant to be. If he ever pulled his head out of his bottom.”
“Just say it Mr. Potter, ass,” I chuckled.
“No,” he smirked. “Now, let me stitch you up and you can go get ready. I’ll have the boys help me bring everything to the library.”
“Ok,” I said, getting settled, as he disappeared and reappeared quickly. It didn’t take him long to stitch me up, since the cuts weren’t that deep. He placed two stitches on one cut, and just one on the other. When he finished, he sent me on my way so I could get ready. I clutched my grandmother’s book in my hand as I climbed the steps.
“Katarina!”
I turned to see Zev running towards me. He was covered in sweat looking worse for wear.
“Are you ok?” He looked me up and down, like he was expecting to see me injured.
When he saw my bandage, he narrowed his eyes on it.
“I’m fine, nothing a few stitches won’t fix,” I said quickly.
“My wolf had forced a shift, desperate to get that to you. I was in the library when I remembered that you said you had your grandmother’s grimoire and it made me think, she could have visited you for a reason.” He fidgeted with his hands. “I didn’t think my wolf would be so impatient, but it seemed the closer to three it was, the weaker the curse became.”
“He definitely scared me, but you were right, I unlocked a hidden grimoire,” I lifted the book.
Relief passed through his rugged features. “Good, that’s good,” he said, nodding his head.
“We are going to have Thanksgiving dinner, you’re more than welcome to come and eat with us.” I felt nervous inviting him, but felt it was right. “Come, we can get ready and go down together.”
I reached for his hand, expecting him to pull away, but he let me pull him up the stairs with my good arm. He stopped before we could enter my bedroom as disappointment hit me.
“I will bathe in my own quarters, but I will see you afterwards,” Zev said, looking down at his feet.
“If you don’t want to come, that’s ok, but if you’re worried about Aeon and Lucien, you don’t have to. They might be mad at first, but you are too close to let this pull you apart.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, as I waited for him to say he was going to back out. “My anger got the better of me, but I will do whatever it takes to free all of us. I want you to be happy with my brothers and have a happy life together.”
He might as well have told me he didn’t want me.
