Chapter 44

Fiona’s office was lavish. Large with floor to ceiling oak bookcases. The shelves were filled with books and journals on witchcraft and Wicca. Most of which were mainstream and had it all wrong. She probably found it amusing to stay current with what the world believed magic was. The walls were adorned with troves of antiques and magical relics acquired over the years. In the corner there sat a vibrant peacock blue velvet chair. Directly under it, a large ornate aerial rug woven with intricate gold threading. Carson and Gavin lifted it, rolling it to the other side of the room. Beneath it, there was an obvious cut out in the floor. Carson and I leaned down over the area and slid the floor boards back.

Inside the compartment were numerous items including a small box filled with sacred athames, and pendants. Underneath the box was a small leather worn journal. It looked identical to the one we had taken from the chest in the Eola.

“Carson.” I said with surprise. His eyes lit up.