CHAPTER NINETEEN

“What?” I stare at him. “But I’m telling you I saw it.”

“There are only two ways you can see the sigil,” Lowenstein narrows his eyes. “Either you have fae blood in you or—”

When he hesitates at that part, I press, “Or what?”

He studies me. “That sigil is a magical seal. It was placed on those books to hide the content—well, on any remaining books that weren’t destroyed. After—” he pauses and regroups himself, “I stay near this village for a reason. That tree you saw the sigil on is also sealed. I am guarding that seal. The only person who can see a magical seal of this strength is one who carries the same seal. Or you have to have the blood of faes in you. And since you deny that, then it’s obvious why you were able to see those sigils.”

His long-winded explanation has me gaping at him. “Let me get this straight. You’re telling me that someone put some magical seal on me. Like I’m some sort of inanimate object—”

“Inanimate objects aren’t the only ones who get sealed,” Lowenstein r