“But the Blackbloods are all dead. Except for Serena.”
Thatdoespresent an issue.
“What if we…” I trail off because the idea is just absurd.
Zadyn turns to me, his big brown eyes turned the color of whiskey by the fire in the hearth. “What if we what?”
“I was going to say—what if we try to contact them?”
“The witches?”
I nod.
“You want to have a seance,” he says evenly.
Silence.
“I can’t tell if you think it’s a terrible idea or a genius one.”
My friends exchange a wary glance. All except for Eaton, who chuckles.
“That is absolutely horseshit insane. I love it.” He claps once, his blue eyes sparkling. “But why stop there?”
“What do you mean?”
“If you’re going to do this, you might as well go straight to the top of the food chain.”
“You think we should try to contact thedead High Queens?” Dover gapes at him.
“No.” Eaton walks around the counter and stops in front of me. “I think you should try to contact their goddess.”
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“You think we should try to contact Silva, the Mother of Witches?” I squeak, trailing Eaton up the stairs. It’s hard to keep up with him in his state of excitement.
“It’s worth a shot.”
He shoves open the library doors, striding toward the large floor globe as we pour into the room behind him.
“No one has managed to summon a god in centuries.Butthere also hasn’t been a Blackblood witch for centuries. I’m curious to see if she answers you.”
“How are we even supposed to attempt this?”
“You’ll need an obscene amount of energy.” He gives the globe a spin, stopping it with his pointer finger.
“Aeix,” I read. “The Outlands?”
“The Burning Tree.” He nods. “Where the witches fell. It’s an energetic hot spot.”
I glance at Zadyn, who’s gone pale.
“Maybe our answer is there. Or a clue at least,” Eaton presses.
“Are we really about to raid an ancient witch gravesite?” Mar asks from behind me.
I look at her. “We’re really about to raid an ancient witch gravesite.”
