Merilee? She wanted to ask which one but it was obvious. The only time she felt her magick part from her with such excruciating pain was the night Martha came into her powers.
If she was not wrong, Merilee was a few months shy of nineteen... wasn’t this happening late?
She shook her head to clear her hazy mind, “I don’t understand.”
Samson placed his fingers under her chin and pushed her heavy head up, “I know. And you won’t like it.”
Lena’s mind began to clear and the wheels began turning fast. “Today is Martha’s...” She couldn’t bring herself to finish.
Samson kissed her temple again then spoke, “Martha died today.” He said finishing for her.
Lena pulled out of his hold to look up at him, “So that means...”
The loud cry from the next room made them jump. They didn’t have to go to
