Page 146 of The Blairville Legacies

Of course, the witches were just like the Senseque. How could it have been otherwise?

“Let us pass now!” Grace sounded extremely impatient. However, I couldn’t let them go and just mess up the lives of others.

“I’m sure her mother has a reason for not telling her.”

“Ms. Adams isirresponsibleif she keeps her daughter from us. She could be stripped of her memories as well as her powers for conspiracy or concealing a potential danger!”

I bit my tongue.

“Bayla is no danger, believe me. In fact, she sleeps in the same room with you.”

“It’s a matter of principle, Julian. Let us through now, or we’ll move you out of the way.”

That certainly wasn’t going to happen, Grace.

“I won’t let you erase her memories.”

I hope I had made my point.

“That won’t happen if we tell my mother in time before Gloria finds out.”

Grace was stubborn. Maybe she was right. Thanks to Amara Blair, my family and I were allowed to live in her district.Gloria, on the other hand, was one of the Quatura who wanted us all dead.

“But I didn’t feel her magic...” Julie remarked quietly.

Grace turned to her thoughtfully. “Neither did I...”

“Are you really sure, Julian?”

Damn it. Me and Emely not being able to smell her was one thing. But if the two of them couldn’t even sense Bayla’s magic....

“Do you think she’s an ungifted?” Julie asked, grabbing the almost translucent stone hanging from a silver chain around her neck.

“Julie, this could be why her mother didn’t bring her to us.”

A twinge in my stomach distracted me.

The fear had returned, and I had images in my head, just like before. This time, it was a room I remembered well, even though I had only been there once before:Bayla’s room.

The cousins took advantage of my moment of weakness to sneak past me, down the stairs.

“Whatever about Bayla. We need to get to Moenia.”

Those were the last words I heard before the images took me and I sank to the floor.

Chapter 35

Bayla

Back and forth, back and forth.

I turned to the mirror, hitting my head as if it was my fault, as if I had actually dreamed it all.

Maybe it had just been a misunderstanding, a stupid coincidence. How many times had I not had delusions?

The guys, Nash and Julian, maybe they were just strong… But Vivienna...

Back and forth.

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