CHAPTER 20
Beneath the warm afternoon rays of the autumn sun, Brygida sat on the lake shore, humming to herself while Kaspian painted. She curled over the ancient vellum of the Mrok grimoire. Every one of her ancestors had added to its pages, potions made and spells cast and curses broken and murderers Reaped... And now, it was her turn.
She’d carefully recorded her handling of justice for Roksana, noting every detail. In the days following Julian’s Reaping, pieces of the story had come together, each voice lending its knowledge to a different chapter, from Lord Wolski’s confession of bedding Julian’s mother and sending him away to be raised on Malicki Manor, to Nina’s admission that her father forced her to rid herself of Julian’s child and had forbidden them from marrying. She’d wanted
