Nora Connolly

Forty-three

Nora Connolly

She was going to help Winter take back The Night Coven. There was still a lot about magic that she didn’t understand. But she liked the idea of helping her cousin get what was rightfully hers. The Night Coven wasn’t her world. She’d stumbled into it by accident. Even though her family had been part of it, they had run from it. And she had to think that there was a reason for that. Still, she would do whatever it took to help get it back from Merrick. Nora stood in front of the grimoire, staring at it.

It was an old book. With pages that had been weathered from time. The name Connolly was emblazoned on it in silver, with stars that surrounded it. She reached her hand out and let it hover over the top of it.

“Are you okay?” Roman asked.

Nora bit her lip. “I’m fine.”

He was holding her right hand, and stroked it lightly. “You don’t sound fine.”

“After everything that happened with my parents