Morgan glanced up, looking like she was about to speak when her gaze fell on the large book. She inhaled sharply as her dark brown eyes widened. Setting a few leaves back down on the bench, she stepped around her aunt to join me. “Oh, Celeste! You have a Handmaiden grimoire. It’s beautiful!” She reached out before stopping herself, giving me a sheepish look. “Do you mind if I touch it?”
“By all means!” I stepped sideways to make more room for her as she ran her fingertips over the moonstone. I smiled at her awed look as she leafed through the pages. “Do you have a Thalassa one?” I asked her.
“Hmm? Oh, no, not me. Some of the coven elders do, though, and I’ve studied from it.” Morgan paused. “I’ve read so much about the Handmaiden witches, though, and I assumed all of their ancestral work
