Anemoia • Mikaelsons mate

Chapter 12

• • • New Orleans, present-day • • •

"You say they were partners of various members of the Mikaelson family."

"Yes? As far as I can tell, they are romantically involved." Florence exchanges a look with Kaleb, starting to doubt herself and her visions.

Jane-Anne had successfully cured her headache and Monique had put ointment on the scraped skin of her arms, which she was thankful for, but they hadn't gotten much further. The repetitive questions and dubious looks between the witches present were not exactly calming Florence's nerves.

"I've never heard of it, the whole flashback to multiple people thing." Kaleb chimes in, carefully eyeing his new friend, who seemed uncomfortable with the prodding and the questions. Perhaps bringing Florence here wasn't the best idea.

"Perhaps she's cursed?" Monique suggests while picking a slice of carrot from the cutting board, with her other hand she thoughtlessly leafed through the dense book that lay in front of her.

"Curses usually don't let you have lovey-dovey visions." Jane-Anne replies, swatting her daughter's hand away from the cut ingredients.

"Maybe someone's trying to coerce her into acting?" Sophie offers, casually waving the large knife she was holding around, making both Kaleb and Florence flinch.

"To do what? Help them? Sympathize with the Original family? That doesn't make sense." Kaleb shakes his head.

"What if it's a soul connection?" A voice calls out.

Florence's head shoots up, and she looks with interest at the woman who walks into the already packed kitchen. Her eyebrows frowned when she realized she'd seen this woman on the streets of New Orleans several times before. The lady had even offered her a tour once.

"Someone played eavesdropper." Kaleb mutters under his breath. His eyes were still trained on Florence, not bothering to further acknowledge the witch.

"And what would you know about soul connections, Sabine?" Sophie asks, she raised her eyes to the ceiling to show her irritation.

"I read." The woman shrugs before taking a seat on the table, hand already halfway to the cutting board.

"Since when?" Sophie retorts.

Jane-Anne's gaze shifts between the two women, who were now openly glaring at each other, not understanding the sudden hostility. To her knowledge, the two witches were two very close friends.

"What does that entail? A soul connection." Florence asks meekly, noticing a certain tension creeping into the room.

Jane-Anne sends Sabine a stern look. As soon as the witch mentioned it, the possibility had crossed her mind and she concluded that the issue could indeed be related to a soul connection, but Jane-Anne thought it's unnecessary to give the human girl false hopes until they were sure of the possibility. "A soul connection is a bond one can feel with another being on a platonic level but also a romantic level. This occurs mostly with supernatural beings, seeing as such feelings are more prominent due to their heightened senses."

Florence blinks, eyes narrowing unconsciously as she tries to decipher the meaning behind the witch's words.

"Soulmates, dear." Kaleb clarifies upon seeing Florence's expression.

"As in, someone's other half?"

"Yes. The whole love-you-to-death thing." Sophie groans, not at all amused with the idea of having to deal with the impractical and romantic side of this situation. She was very skeptical when it came to supernatural oddities, which soulmates were. She clears her throat when she sees her sister's admonishing look.