Nella, Hope, and I were currently downstairs in the library. Pulling out books that had dust as thick as a centimeter covered on the tops of the hardbacks. Personally, it didn't really bother me but Hope kept wiping her hands onto her joggers and pulling funny faces when dust exploded into the air.

There was a lot of information on spells and possible ways to break them but I knew how strong my mother was, her magic must have mutated in some way and these books might not hold the truth.

If these books would help anyone it would be Nella, she understood the spells and the meanings behind them....