“What’re you talking about?” My mouth went dry, and I stared at Lucinda.
“I’ve seen it before, on grimoires in Patricia’s library. She told me they were her family’s sigil. She was so proud.” She furrowed her brow and traced a finger over the embossed flower. She shook with disgust and shoved the book away.
“Why would Gran have a book from Patricia’s family line?” She asked.
“Why does Gran have a book on necromancy?” I spat out.
“Why does Patricia’s family line have a book on necromancy? This grimoire must be ancient.”
We all stared at the book. Disbelief and shock prevented me from speaking. Thousands of questions raced through my head, but I knew no one here could answer them. Whatever the answers are, this proves Gran is involved somehow.
“This changes everything. I thought maybe
