Page 158 of A Bond with the Dark

“Sayah?” answers Hilda’s voice.

“Hi, Aunt Hilda.”

“Sayah, we were trying something out to summon you. Did you get our message?”

My aunts and their powers are still baffling to me. “I did. You have no idea what the hell happened. I don’t know where to begin.”

“If it’s about the vampire you’ve been hanging out with, we already know.”

My heart drops. “What? How?”

“You don’t know many things about us, Sayah, including that we’ve known our fair share of vampires. Maggie was brokenhearted by one. But that’s neither here nor there. Just know that we wear Lapis Lazuli dipped in Nightshade. It makes it impossible to be veilweaved by vampires.”

“So, you remember the whole thing with Dad and Dom?”

“We do.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t?—”

“Know how to tell us? We know. What I want to know is what has happened now?”

“I don’t know where to start.”

“Start at the beginning.”

I spill the entire story to Hilda, leaving nothing out. Right up until the part that I’m at now.

“I don’t know what the hell to do, Aunt Hilda,” I sob, kicking a rock into the lake. “I am at a loss.”

“Sayah, listen to me. I need you and Dom and Bash to get on a plane and arrive soon. There is something about the marks we need to figure out. It’s best to have them both here if we can break it.”

“Why? What do you know?”

“We’ll go over it all when you get here. I also may know of a way to get someone else to help.”

“Who?”

“Your mom.”

My breath catches in my throat, and my blood drains from my limbs. “How?”

“Maggie and I have been dipping into our own magick since we came across your vampire. There are things in Grandma’s grimoires, and we found a way to channel her. She has some things she needs to say to you, Sayah, and you have to come here for us to do it. We need the blood knot, which is a generational knot. We’ve gathered bits and pieces of what she’s been trying to tell us, but we need you here to finish it.”

“I’m coming as soon as I can.”

“Let us know when you land. We’ll come get you.”

“Okay. Love you.”

“I love you too, sweetie. Bye-bye.”

“Bye.” I hang up and about drop the phone.

My aunts found a way to channel my mom? And there are things Mama needs to tell me?

I’m both elated and saddened at the same time.

There have been so many times that I’d wanted my mother to come to me in a dream or as a ghost or something, anything, to give me advice or tell me what I should do or say, the list goes on and on.

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