Twenty-Nine
Evening fell as I holed myself up inside my apartment, ancient ledgers stacked high on my coffee table. I’d gotten lucky months ago since the Authority had kept record of all the witches that had been hung during the trials. Maybe I’d catch a similar break and they’d have a listing of families and their magical abilities.
As I flipped through brittle pages, I sensed a presence beside me. I didn’t sense Kayla’s magic. Besides, the last time I’d checked my phone, she said she would meet us at 10:30. Giving me enough time to get Molly to agree fully to my idea.
“Come to tell me I’m looking in the wrong place?” I asked, setting the book down in my lap.
“Your frustration is not truly aimed at me, is it?” Theodora asked.
I brushed dark strands of red hair out of my face and turn
