The old library's secret room smelled of preservation spells and ancient paper. Daisy hesitated at the threshold, memories washing over her unbidden. Grand Dame Sawyer's elegant figure moving through the halls, always surrounded by an air of importance. The way she'd doted on Alec and Elvira, grooming them for power while barely sparing a glance for her other grandchildren.
"You don't have to do this," Christian said softly, feeling her turmoil through the mate bond. "Eleanor and Agnes can—"
"No." Daisy squared her shoulders, one hand going instinctively to the Moon's Tear. "She may not have thought much of me in life, but if she left something that can help us understand what's happening..."
She made her choices, Twilight growled in her mind. Just as we made ours.
Agnes and Eleanor ha
