"Young love tends to be based on nothing but feelings. The couple has not yet faced and overcome a challenge or difficulty together. They are passionate about each other. They think about each other constantly and want to spend all their time"
Isaac...
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Angie had found the family tomb. Usually, the bloodlines that brought the most power to the coven claimed their own space, sanctifying it with their magic to perform spells safely. But Angie came here because she knew this was the one place she'd be safest.
"We need to get the rest of them in here," Angie said, lighting candles around the room, their flickering flames casting shadows on the stone walls.
Peter looked around, unease tightening his jaw. "What is this place exactly?"
"The family tomb," Angie explained without looking up. "Every family member gets buried here. It's the only place where only our magic can exist — James won't be able to get through."
She turned to Isaac. "You need to tell the others to get here. Now."
Isaac nodded and stepped away, pulling out his phone.
Peter's worry mounted. "So... what now? We should be getting out of here!"
Angie didn't pause from rifling through cabinets and pulling out heavy, ancient books. "Oh yeah? Book club will fix it."
Peter stared in disbelief. "Could you just give me a second? I'm trying to come up with something!"
Angie snapped, exasperated. "I'm trying to find a way to fix all of this before James does something first. So please, just let me do this."
Peter was reminded painfully of Ava — the same stubborn determination, the same fierce drive to fix everything. It wasn't right to doubt Angie; he knew she would get them through this, even if it meant putting herself in harm's way.
Isaac returned with a worried look but Angie barely glanced up.
"They said they can't find it," Isaac said quietly.
Angie frowned, finally meeting his eyes. "You're kidding. My mom knows the cemetery by heart."
"That's what they said. Your mom thinks it might be an illusion James is creating to throw us off," Isaac explained.
Angie exhaled slowly, the weight of the situation settling heavier on her shoulders. "He's up to something. Doesn't want us to know..."
She pushed herself away from the table and moved to another cabinet. "Wait, what are you doing? That was our plan."
"And I'll get back to it as soon as I figure out what he's planning!" Angie snapped at Peter. "If he doesn't want us to know, it means it's bad. Very bad. I have to figure it out."
