Page 7 of Light Magic

“Lacey, about Molraz. I’m so sorr?—”

“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry.” Her voice was harsh. “He was a terrible father, a terrible person. I can’t say I had any good feelings toward him.”

“But he was still your father.”

“He was and that was the extent of it. Besides, what are you apologizing for? Levi was the one who killed him, not you.”

Because of me. Levi had killed his father to save me.

I opened my mouth to ask about him but closed it again. The bond was broken, Levi was out of my life, and that was how it was supposed to be.

I placed a hand on my chest, where I felt a little sliver of something stirring every time I thought of him. What the hell was this? Me being a girly girl and feeling what I shouldn’t for the bad boy? This was ridiculous.

“I’m not looking for my magic because I don’t know where to start,” I answered her question.

I had talked to Hazel two days ago, and she had said that she and Khalisa were still researching, but apparently their information on angels’ magic was limited. They knew the theory of several spells to restore hidden magic, to make it strong, more stable … all for witches. Besides, my magic wasn’t suppressed.

It was gone.

She finished her breakfast and looked out the window—a small crack in the curtains revealed the day was bright and probably warm. Lacey returned her blue eyes to mine. “I can’t guarantee anything, but I know a place where we could go to find some answers.”

I perked up. “What do you mean?”

“It’s a place most supernaturals think was lost centuries ago, but it wasn’t. It’s called the Grand Eternity Hall. It’s like a library, a gallery, a museum, and a bank-slash-safe for magic and everything about it.”

I frowned. I had heard about the Grand Eternity Hall. It had been a short paragraph in a book in one of my history classes. But I remembered thinking about it like the Library of Alexandria for humans. The biggest, most complete library and museum for any magical item and book on Earth. The place was hidden, only a few could access it, and it was secure.

Until one day, centuries ago, the Princes of the Underworld decided they could raid it, steal all the magical artifacts, and use them for themselves, and it ended in a big, bloody battle. It was said the Grand Eternity Hall prevailed, sans a few items the demons were able to steal, and because of that, had restricted access to all supernaturals.

If the place still existed, it had been hidden and silent for too long.

“I’ve heard of it,” I whispered.

“Really? Most supernaturals haven’t. I mean, maybe super old vampires, and some powerful witches, if they were alive back then.”

“You said you know this place.”

She nodded. “I can go there anytime I want.”

I stared at her, incredulous. “How?”

She shrugged. “They are fond of me.”

That still didn’t answer my question. How were they fond of her? How did they meet her in the first place? Who was they?

“And you can go there?”

“Yes, and I think they would be okay with me bringing you.” She placed a hand in her pockets. “Do you want to go there?”

“Of course!” Even if this place didn’t lead to anything, what did I have to lose? Nothing! Lacey slipped her hand out of her pocket and showed me a silver coin. “It’s just like the golden ones.”

“Yeah, I’ve learned the spell for the coins.” She stood up and reached for me. “You should change before we go.”

Right. My shirt was still caked with dried blood and I probably smelled pretty bad. With Lacey’s help, I took off my clothes, took a quick shower, careful not to wet the bandages, got dressed in leggings and a thin sweater, and shoved my feet in my boots.

Lacey picked up my bag and slung it over her shoulder. “Ready?”

I nodded. “Ready.”

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