Lucas watched as Celia flipped through the leather-bound photo albums her grandfather had set on the table. He was struck by the resemblance between Cora and Celia. If Dylan hadn’t said who it was, he might have mistaken the photos for ones of Celia herself. The similarities were undeniable. Cora also clearly took after her mother, Celia’s grandmother, with the same delicate bone structure and striking eyes.
Jake and Lyra had left shortly after introductions, Jake promising to return later to collect them. Now the house was quiet, and Lucas found himself filled with even more questions than when they had first arrived.
It was good to have confirmation. Celia was, without a doubt, part witch. And it was somewhat of a relief to know there might be a way for her to learn control. But other,
