Nadia
The scent of incense saturated the air.
My father hated the smell of my grandmother’s house, but incense had always been comforting to me, it helped calm me down.
And keep me centered, which was exactly what I needed most at that moment.
I was determined to learn magic, to understand the ancestry that had finally awakened in my blood.
Because of that, I spent the last few weeks confined at home, studying the family grimoire. Only leaving to work.
Arcano jumped onto the living room table, where I sat with the book. His ears were upright, and he stared at me with that immeasurable judgmental look that only my grandmother knew how to give.
Before, I would have assumed he learned it from her. But now that I had a small idea of how long the black cat had been living with our family
