Chapter 74

In a sorcereses’ house that moved like it was made of no more than cards and any motherent could fall, I was held firm in the cool arms of a mage, when a wolve nuzzled at my shoulder. The Ambbuttador and Alex might not be mine in the way that my Charms were, but I could feel my connection to them through my

shadows.

How could I keep either safe from my aunt whose rage was tearing apart the House of Seasons? The ceiling warped, caving in, and I shrieked.

“When you were born, I made a promise to your mum because she’d already lost a child.” Isabella levitated go to me.

My mother had lost a child?

I’d never known that but then, I guessed that I’d been too young to tell, before my parents had been killed.

Yet why had my uncle never told me?

My chest ached at the thought. Had it been a brother or a sister? Did they die in the womb, at birth, or after? Would t