Page 131 of Of Sins and Sacrifice

“What qualifies asimbuedwith magic?” he asks as he finally joins me at the table.

He grabs a scone, cuts it in two, and adds jam on one side and butter on the other. I emulate his movements.

“If it’s been used in a ritual,” I say as I take a bite of the scone.

This is wonderful. Oh, my!

I quickly eye the number of scones on the table. Six more left. Then my gaze flies to Mine. He’s a big male, so it stands to reason he would need plenty of food. Does that mean he will eat most of the scones?

As the thought enters my mind, I quickly shove the rest of the scone in my mouth and grab another, repeating the process—though this time I only add the jam since the butter takes away from the sweetness.

“I asked around,” he says as he slowly and methodically butters his second scone, “and there is a place that might house such items.”

“House? As in they’re just…there?”

“It’s a museum. Some forty-fifty minutes away from here by car. It houses a lot of artifacts from the witch trials in the seventeenth century.”

“But…” I chew slowly as I think about what he said. “How do we know they wereactualwitches? I’ve heard about the so-called witch trials you humans had. Most of the women accused of witchcraft were innocent.”

“Maybe.” He shrugs. “But it’s worth a try.”

“All right. We can try it. But I have questions.”

He smiles. “Of course you have. Go on.”

“How will we get there? We have no car.”

“I’ll get us a car.”

Of course he’d have access to a car. I think that proves my suspicion that he’s incredibly wealthy for this world.

“What about your duties? You’re an airman. Won’t you get in trouble if you leave the base?”

“Already talked to my CO. I’ve been granted leave for a week due to my last injuries.”

“But they weren’t that bad,” I mumble.

“Trust me, Minnie. Theywere,” he replies in a tight voice.

“Fine. So you can leave the base and we have a car. But how can we access that museum? Aren’t all centers closed because of the war?”

Another shrug.

“Maybe. But we will get in somehow.”

He seems so sure of himself, so…

I put down my scone and narrow my eyes at him.

“Just how rich are you?”

His brows go up in surprise. Then he chuckles.

“How rich?”

“Yes. Tommy said you come from a wealthy background. But it must beverywealthy for you to afford all of this.” I wave to the food in front of us. That in itself is a luxury. Never mind the fact that he can get a car, leave the military base as he pleasesandget into a closed museum.

“You could say so,” he murmurs in a low voice. His cheeks are slightly flushed.

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