NINETY NINE

SPECIAL CHAPTER SEVEN: ABIGAIL

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Special chapters serve to shed light on the perspectives of minor characters, providing insight into their roles in the unfolding narrative.

I was fixated on the torn-out pages of my father's record when I felt it.

It started out like a tremor at the core of my soul. But subtle as it was made to be, I knew exactly what it was.

Someone was seeking my blood. A witch was helping my granddaughter find her son.

The realization did send a chill down my spine, despite the warmth in my room, because it was something I had not anticipated.

I clenched my fists, my mind racing with possibilities.

Had I become too complacent with the covens I threatened? With the Delicates, I was sure to take a life because those foul creatures would never take me seriously. I expected witches to be civil, at least.

As the tremors of magic continued to ripple through my being, I realized the familiar note of the magic.

Ophelia Cottonwood.

It was a surprise. A de