Page 54 of Untraced Magic
Morgan looked over her shoulder. “Yeah, we’re out the back!”
Wes and Skye came through the glass doors on the porch, and she looked at them expectantly.
“Did you find anything?” she asked.
Skye held what appeared to be a book in the air. Bound in dark leather and pressed with aged creases, it looked centuries old.
She nodded. “I think so. It took a while, but we found this.” She lowered to the deck, and we gathered closer.
“What exactly is this?” asked Morgan, tracing her hand over the etchings on its front.
“It’s a history of witch bloodlines,” Skye replied with reverence.
Her forehead creased. “And that’s just available for public knowledge?”
Wes moved closer. “There’s a part of the library that to everyday humans doesn’t exist.”
Morgan shrugged. “Right. So did you find anything that can help me?” She gestured to the book.
Skye flipped through until her hand landed on a withered page with the same symbol on Morgan’s locket displayed.
Morgan pointed, nearly knocking over her empty coffee mug in excitement. “Look! The symbol, it’s the same”
Skye’s lips pursed into a line. “Yeah. Only, there’s a problem.”
I fired a look at Skye. “A problem?”
A breeze fluttered through the pages, and she splayed her arm across the book to hold them steady. With her other hand, she ran her finger down the middle seam.
I looked closer, my heart sinking. I hadn’t seen it before, but there was a page missing that looked as if it had been ripped out.
Confusion rippled Morgan’s forehead. “There’s a page missing.”
Humble silence settled in the air between us.
Air deflated from Morgan’s lungs, her shoulders sagging in defeat. “Meaning I’m no closer to finding out anything about me than I was five minutes ago.” She huffed.
“There must be a reason for it,” I offered, catching Skye’s attention, but her shoulders just raised discretely. No luck there.
After a moment, Wes spoke, “Morgan, do you mind if I try something on you… with my gift, I mean?”
My ears pricked at his comment, every hair on my skin suddenly spiking.
What the fuck was he on about?
“What do you mean bytrysomething?” I snapped, the tone of my voice drawing the attention of the group.
Morgan’s hand landed on my thigh. “Tyler,” She murmured beside me.
Wes turned back to Morgan. “I mean that something’s not right with your gift. What if we sat down and held the locket together, almost as a tether? It might help me get past whatever this is and find out what’s going on.”
“No way,” I argued. “It’s not happening. You’re not using her as your guinea pig.”
Skye shot me a hard look. “Ty, we keep coming up blank here. Wes is only trying to help.”
“And it’s a bad idea,” I challenged.
Morgan’s hand gripped my thigh tighter. “Wesley, have you done this before?” she asked.
