Chapter 11

Lost pendant

Glass dust gleamed in the slanting rays of the sun falling through the window.

“I had nothing when I was sent here after the attack. Nothing but clothes on me and a pendant around my neck. Marcus sent me to live with Helena, a witch friend of my mother's.” Holding Coco's hand on my knee, I asked what I needed to know. "Was my mother a witch?"

"I didn't know her, but magic shares harmony with you." She shook her head. "I do not know how to explain it. I see magic, but mostly hear it. The spells in the pendant sound feminine. When you told me that your mother gave it to you, of course I thought so.

You share the same magical harmony. A lot of love and fear went into making this pendant. Your mother was worried about protecting you.” She glanced down at the carpet for a moment, lost in her thoughts. "How did she die?"

“She…” I paused, trying to remember. I forced myself to remember, but nothing happened. "I don't remember." How could I not remember?

"Were you very young? Di