[70.1] The Eternal Burn

The moment Stephania arrived at home she knew something was wrong. The smell of magic hung strong in the air, not the type of magic she did, it was way nastier, White magic.

It couldn't have been Khloe.

 Khloe couldn't do a spell to save her life.

She moved toward the stairs freezing suddenly, glancing at her portrait, the one she was so very proud of. She squinted her eyes taking a few steps back walking toward the painting. She reached out to touch it but stopped midair, her eyes widening. She could sense the revealing spell that was done to it, he heart beating harshly inside her.

She could tell what that type of power was from anywhere.

The Magic of a protector.

She could feel her heart beginning to beat grow faster and faster-How? How could Abigail know where she was? Why was the mother witch in her house? Had she seen anything?

She glanced at the painting again, of course, she had.

A protector could