Chapter 189: A Lost Bloodline
"Only your mother could give you the answers you needed." The strange dream Olivia had seen broke her. Even if she wanted to refuse, she knew she would be hiding from the truth when she needed to use it as her weapon.
Olivia stood slowly, her hand brushing along the bed’s wooden frame as she took in the room again—not as a girl remembering, but as a woman searching.
"She always said things were never truly lost... just waiting to be found," Olivia murmured, half to herself.
She looked around the house again. To her father’s study where the most important documents were kept. But even after looking for hours, she did not find anything.
She shook her head but Damon only held her hand and she walked toward the library. The books were already taken away and it was rotting.
"They have used them in an auction to pay." he explained and she nodded. Most of the decorative items were already gone and so were the clues.
"What if they have taken what we are searching for too." she asked, turning to look at him when he gulped.
"The book you have read in the hidden library comes from here only. I thought it was a joke, so I bought it to mock you. But then, i.. I could not find a chance to give it to you." Olivia stared at him for a long time not knowing how to reply now.
"But... I have confirmed that it was the only book about witches. Olivia, your mother knew the impending doom. She would not leave the book with her eyes open. Look around where they would not have looked. Where your mother spends most of her time or the most uncommon place where secrets could be hidden." Olivia let the words sink in.
Somewhere her mother could hide a secret for her! And suddenly she knew where to look.
She moved toward the corner room where her mother had kept a small cabinet once filled with threads, needles, and bits of lace. "Besides helping my father with the herbs, she loved embrouderly. She spent half of her day making something for us or just for charity." her voice was full of pain which did not go unnoticed by Damon. How he wanted to hold her and return to the manor, yet he stopped himself, nodding.