Chapter Thirty

Lilly POV

I should have known Lisha wouldn't just take the daggers and not ask questions; it's not in her nature.

“I don't know how they were forged; all I know is they are hundreds of years old.”

Lisha rolls her eyes,

“Not good enough, Lilly; keep talking.”

I huff at her; she’s a pain in my ass.

“When Jasmine and I were little, our mother didn't tell us much about our past. I know our family has had the daggers in their possession for generations.”

I pause; Lisha waves her hands irritably for me to continue,

“An agreement was made between the witches and werewolves that the daggers would stay in this realm. When my mother died, it fell to Jasmine to keep them safe. When Jasmine dies, they will be passed onto her children and so and so on.”

Lisha shrugs in puzzlement,

“Then why give them to me?”

I don't know whether to tell her or not; Jasmine made me promise I wouldn't. I know Lisha doesn't believe me when I say,

“I don't know; Jasmine didn't go into details, Lisha.”