[ BOOK TWO ]
Dahlia had been defeated, Esther and Mikael gone, but New Orleans was certainly not at peace.
After a stunning display of betrayal and revenge, the Mikaelson family finds themselves at odds at the worst possible time. When a few familia...
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[ Chapter Twenty-Three ]
THEIR SITUATION took a sharp turn. Everything seemed to spiral out of control, and when the Mikaelson family spiraled, people die.
At least, that had been the fate of four innocent French Quarter witches not twenty-four hours earlier. Elijah devised a brilliant plan to force Vincent into another dreaded Harvest ritual to restore the severed link between the witches and their ancestors.
To say Raylynn was livid would have been an understatement. No one had a clue about what went through the man's mind in recent times. His latest actions were enough to raise even the slightest suspicions, if they were not already raised. There appeared to be a severe lack in his infamous moral compass. Raylynn could no longer recognize him.
Although, they more and bigger worries. With Papa Tunde's blade still missing, they made sure to use all magical efforts to protect the known remains that belonged to the Hollow. Freya and Raylynn created a small boundary spell around the deteriorated mandible once guarded by the Labonair family.
Raylynn adjusted the necklace that fell over the front of her navy, long-sleeve shirt in her full-length mirror. The temperature around the city began to dropped as early autumn set in, forcing everyone to adopt their warmer wardrobe. Raylynn let the arrowhead pendant fall and then ran a hand through her short hair.
Right before she turned to leave, the lights around the room started to flicker. Raylynn's eyes narrowed as she took in the blinking filaments. A high-pitched ring sounded in her ears, forcing her to gasps and clutch the sides of her head.
"St. Anne's. Come to St. Anne's," a feminine voice screeched inside her skull.
Raylynn dropped to her knees, facing her mirror as a figure flashed on the reflective surface. Her mouth fell open when she recognized them, if only for a moment. "Davina?"
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Not long after Raylynn's spiritual incident, Hayley barreled into her room and explained that Hope and Ryan experienced the same thing. The witches in the ancestral plane wanted an audience.
Raylynn strode into a vacant St. Anne's Catholic Church with Hayley and Klaus at her side. If the witches were reaching out to their children, they needed to know why.
"It's quiet," Hayley voiced, taking in the pew filled room.
"Of course it's quiet. It's a trap," Klaus stated as he walked ahead of them.
Raylynn sighed, crossing her arms over her chest and continued down the central aisle. "You always assume it's a trap."
"The New Orleans witches have hated my family for three centuries," Klaus stated. "Of course it's a trap."
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