Dylan smiled as he poured fresh tea into their mugs. “That ring was Madeline’s,” he said, nodding toward the blue sapphire Celia was examining.
He had invited her over after digging out more boxes of mementos he wanted to share. He hadn’t even seemed bothered when Aurelia and Darcy tagged along. If anything, having the extra chatter around him looked like it energized him.
He was a smart man. She could have guessed that from him being a retired doctor and elder, but the more he spoke, the more she realized how deep his mind truly ran.
“It was an heirloom,” he explained, setting the kettle on the stove before slowly returning to the table. “She said it was a sacred piece from her coven. I don’t think the other witches were happy she took it when she left, but it was hers. Passed to her b
