Page 82 of Witch Undecided
“That makes no sense. Everything that lives can die. It’s the balance of nature.”
“I think these creatures exist outside of our realm of understanding.”
“But they’re products of demon and human couplings, right? Descended from Lilith and Adam’s bloodline?”
“There’s nothing in her journal to confirm that,” Conah said. “But this book.” He held up the slender, leather-bound tomb Jasper had brought for me. “This tells us they’re fraternal triplets who spawned the vamp race we know today.”
“And Lilith let them live because she couldn’t kill them?”
“I don’t know why she let them live. And I can’t be certain that they can’t be killed.”
“But they only attack at night, so they must be weaker in the day, right?”
“That’s what we can assume.”
That was something. “So maybe we apply the classic vampire lore from the Stoker books and film. Stake through the heart, decapitation or burning.”
“All things Lilith could have done. All things the coven could consider.” Conah shook his head. “No, I think there’s more to it.”
Fuck. “I need to know what we’re up against, Con.”
“Powerful ancient beings with celestial blood and no known weakness aside from what the coven did to them.”
“Drew from them to create Croatoan’s prison, and even that didn’t kill them.” I gnawed on my bottom lip. “But… it weakened them for centuries…” My gaze flicked up to lock with Conah’s sapphire one as an idea bloomed in my mind.
Conah’s eyes lit up.
Yeah, he was on the same page.
“If we could weaken them again…” we both said in unison, then grinned at each other.
“We need to find out what spell the coven did all those centuries ago,” Conah said.
Urgh. “Pretty sure all accounts of how the first elders locked Croatoan away, including the spell, were lost in the east wing fire.”
“Shit. It’s a shame witches don’t live for centuries.”
No, they didn’t, but… I sat up straighter as an idea occurred to me. “The ghosts of the witches who did the spell are still here. The original elder council.”
Conah leaned in toward me. “Then we ask them.”
“They’re not exactly with it, you know? Their minds are cloudy and confused, but maybe there’s a—”
“Spell to sharpen their minds.” He smiled. “Or I use my ability.” He held up his hands.
Oh, God, yes. Conah could get into a person’s or spirit’s mind and read their memories.
I pushed back my chair. “We need to speak to Anna. Now.”
