Meanwhile, while Vivian was bartending and dealing with the two hearts she is drawn to, Aunt Lucy had concerns of her own.
“Sera, we need to talk.” She told her sister.
Sera was in the kitchen; she just filled a kettle to put on the stove for tea.
Sera was tall and curvy but still fit, much like Vivian. Her long dark hair was straight and was almost to her knees. Her brown eyes radiated many years of wisdom, she was over 300 years old after all.
“What is it now, Lucy?” She asked with humor in her tone.
“I had a dream last night about the girls.” Lucy told her, fear screaming behind her calm voice.
Sera looked at Lucy, “What about them?”
“Their magic is going to reveal itself to them, because someone is trying to kill them.” Lucy told sera, trying to warn her.
“There’s always someon
