The novelty of being honest with my brother held. “Yes, I can read my mother’s grimoire.”
Nate swore a blue streak.
contemplated breaking the rest of the news, but at a certain point,
truth becomes a death wish. I couldn’t tell him an army of witches saw
lines being drawn and decided to form up behind me – unless I wanted him
to shoot me. Not even my magic can stop a bullet.
“You should be glad.”
I turned the laptop to show him the loom symbol. “Turns out a spell to focus intent works with any technology.”