Chapter Twenty-Eight
"Abigail. Can you please help me to work through these old grimoires from my family? Something has to help us to put up a barrier to protect Xander from you while the ritual takes its course." Becky said as she pulled out a chair, grabbed a grimoire and sat down. Abigail followed her actions. "What precisely are we looking for in these old, dusty books?" Abigail asked as she yawned. Becky giggled as she pulled the couch from the living room to the dining room. "I will go and grab you a blanket and some pillows from the room. Any preferences?" Becky asked as Abigail got up and stretched out her body before moving toward the table. "Anything that smells of Xander will be okay, I guess." Abigail sat down on the couch waiting for Becky to return. Anastasia was sitting on the bed next to Xande
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