Nora Connolly

Thirty-nine:

Nora Connolly

Nora didn’t know what she expected when she was at her grandmother’s house. Especially considering that she hadn’t known that there was a family home to begin with. Her memories of being a kid involved moving from city to city whenever something went wrong in her parent’s life. Although now that she thought of it, she couldn’t remember what it was that had gone wrong.

“Ready to go in?” Winter asked. “This place has been vacant for years, and it only opens with blood magic from a direct descendant.”

She looked up at the house again. It towered over them, a large, Victorian thing that was pink and black with rainbow glass windows. She didn’t think she would ever be ready when it came to facing her past. But there was no point in running from it. She was standing right in front of it.

Even as she stood there, the houses magic made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Come in, come in, it seemed to whispe