Enchanted Dezantre
Beatrice was looking at me curiously, as if trying to piece something together.
“Where does your magic come from, Kenzie?”
I looked to Bellamy so he could explain. I was still unsure about it all.
“I know you’ll keep this private,” he said, looking at her directly. She scoffed but nodded. “She’s a direct descendant of Ezthamus Hecatheem,” he said, looking at me, again with pride shining in his eyes.
I would have to get him to explain more. Luckily, Luca beat me to it.
“What’s so special about this Ezthamus person?”
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