“She’s your cousin, and one of the most powerful witches in the city.”
Pascal’s response struck like a bolt out of the clear blue sky. Though, the ceiling of the hallway she’d just stumbled into was that nondescript beige that all hallways seemed to be and barred any for of electricity from raining down on her head, Avery couldn’t help but feel like her body was throbbing with explosive current just looking for a place to ground itself.
Her head spun a little as she clutched her chest, trying desperately to reorient herself. A cousin? She had a grandfather, and now a cousin who was a powerful witch. Did Joanne know that they were cousins? That would go a long way in explaining that odd interaction there at the end of the meeting. She didn’t remember having had that same moment in the pre
