It was then that Caroline remembered her mother’s warning. Now that Tempeste was gone, if anything was to happen to her, her powers could be absorbed by the female next of kin—her aunt. Caroline felt a chill run up her spine, and she tried to manifest the same powers she’d exhibited against Tempeste and The Entiere, but despite her focus, nothing happened. She looked up as her aunt chuckled to herself.
“My dear, sweet, naïve niece. You can’t access the powers of the prophecy if the other half of the prophecy is deceased. It becomes redundant.”
Caroline gaped at her.
“Oh dear, would you have told him to leave if you’d known the powers could save you? Hindsight is a fantastic thing, don’t you think?” Marguerite seemed most amused with herself.
“You’re no better than my mother!” Caroline spat.
Her aunt turned to her in mock surprise, “Oh? But I am! Of course, I am—because I’m still here, and she isn’t…”