Page 106 of Shattered Jewel

She reaches across the table to place a hand over my own.

“I’d like to show you something else,” she says softly.

Clover lifts her gloved hand from mine, reaching into another compartment in her desk and pulling out a cracked, leather-clad notebook.

“I found this during my search last semester.” Again, she finds the page she wants and spins the open book so I can read it. “Do you see the names?”

Bending closer, I read:

Lilium - Keeper of Secrets

Nightshade – The Guardian

Marigold - The Seafarer

Bluebell - The Quill

Rosemary - The Shade

Lavender - The Hearth

Sage - The Stablemaster

Jonquil - The Lexicon

Primrose - The Purse

Foxglove - The Watcher

Sweet William - The Emissary

Hawthorn - The Physic

Cowslip - The Masquerade

Snowdrop - The Frost

Daffodil - The Mason

Thistle - The Engineer

At first, I think Clover’s shown me a list of herbal and floral ingredients Sarah probably used for her alchemy, which doesn’t concern me. Sarah was considered the town healer before being branded a witch.

I’m glancing up to say as much when my eyes snag on a name.

Jonquil.

I let out a shaky breath, pointing. “Jonquil. I know that name. I found William Jonquil’s old office in my grandmother’s manor. I think he’s a great-grandfather of mine.”

Clover hums in thought. “I was hoping you wouldn’t recognize any of the names.”

I look up at her then. “Why?”

“Because then your theory about being a descendant has merit, and I worry for anyone who’s forced to become involved in the truth of the Andertons.”

“That’s nothing new,” I reply tiredly. “As soon as I figured out my boyfriends fully believe in a witch’s curse that includes a demon being summoned, I started worrying about my well-being.”

Abruptly, I press my lips shut.

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