Page 168 of The Midnight Order
Therefore, I must trust you’ll know what to do and where to hide her. She can’t feed. She can’t see this world. If she is to live, she must do so far away from here. Far away from him.
Aurelias will not rest until he has her, and I know you will do anything to keep her safe. You are the most powerful witch that I know, Soliel. I know you can keep her safe. I know she will thrive in your custody.
Due to this predicament, I kindly request that you refrain from contacting me again. Otto and I will continue knowing that Silver is safe in your custody. Aurelias mustn’t know that she lives. If he does, she is as good as dead.
You have always been a guiding light and a shoulder to cry on. I know you will be the same for my daughter, even through whatever hardships you face in the future.
I love you, Soliel.
Never look for me.
Never let her feed.
Never show her this world.
Your friend, always.
Edith Tenebris
The paper is shaking when I finish reading. Tears streak down my face as my breathing is ragged and fast.
“What the hell is this?” I finally get out.
“A cry for help is what it looks like to me,” Corvin says after taking the letter from me and reading it thoroughly. “Invisible ink was big back then, especially at court. Would you allow me to check for anything that could be hidden?” His feral red eyes turn on me, and I see the fascination in them growing.
It would make me angry, but I need him. I need answers.
“Don’t destroy it,” I plead.
“I would never.”
His hand reaches for mine, and I’m thankful when it connects. The touch grounds me as I look back at the box. There are plenty more files, and I was ready to dive into the box head-on when I arrived. Now, I feel emotionally drained.
“Let’s let this news settle, shall we?” Corvin says, putting the lid back on the box of mysteries for now.
“I think that’s best.”
“Someone’s after me?” I manage through all the emotions welling in my throat.
My soul feels raw, like it’s being raked over with a cheese grater.
“No. Someonewasafter you.”
“But he’s a witch…”
His finger dances over the date. August 31, 1520. It’s absurd that I could be that old when I feel…
Fuck, how old do I feel?
Everything in my memory is a blur, as if it’s been wiped.
I know my name, where my business is located, who I work with, and where I live, but I’m not sure when my last birthday was or how old I am. It’s like the integral parts of me are hidden.
“Witches are inherently human. Whoever this Aurelias is, he isn’t still alive, Silver.”
“So I could feed and trigger my gene?”
“In theory. If that’s what you choose.”
