Shock went through me. I sat, stunned into silence, staring at Jackson. My body was numb as his words processed in my brain. Thornhart’s are shamans? Why wouldn’t Gran tell us? How could I not know?
“Why would Gran hide it?”
“None of the great families made it through the war unscathed. Your family line was devastated by it.” Jackson shrugged and frowned. His eyes glazed over as if he was thinking of the past.
There’s no way this is true. I would’ve found out, I would’ve read about it somewhere. Some mentioning of it, a witch in passing. Wouldn’t Chrys or Oliver know? Lucinda?
“How do you know this?” He might’ve known Astrid, but that doesn’t mean he knows everything about my family. Why is he waiting until now to mention it?
“There were many shamans before the war. Some lived with pa
