Chapter 22The shop was empty. Nicolaj welcomed the lull, having helped a coven with a bit of a restock of their supplies. Eyeing the pad of paper by the register, he’d also have to do a touch of restocking himself. His help was due in by lunch time and he planned to escape into the garden at that point to call his mom, despite the late hour on her end. He desperately wanted to speak with her, lay out everything that was happening, and get her opinion. His family lineage went back centuries, every single one of them possessing some spark of magic. While he traveled to the US, and made an unexpected home, Nicolaj carried with him a grimoire that used to belong to his grandfather.
He’d yet to dig out and pour over the fragile, handwritten pages, deeming the wealth of information overwhelming
