Cursed

Chapter Twenty-One

When I get home, I have no expectations. 

Thankfully, it looked like no one was home. I crept up the stairs, my legs aching. My body was sore from sleeping against the door last night. When I got to my room the first thing I did was put my phone on the charger. 

I had every intention of sleeping, but there was something bothering me.

My vision about Elizabeth Locke. I wanted answers. Mir and Kate had to take Erik his truck back, but Mir said she would come over later. I could ask her for help, looking into who the girl was and why her family wanted to kill Mercy's Descendants. Also, what was up with their clothing? 

I bit my lip on accident. 

"Shit," I touched my bottom lip. There was blood. Great, just great. I walk to the bathroom, annoyed with everything. I clean myself up and decide to go to the library. I didn't need to wait for anyone to come over. I didn't need protection. I had the Amulet and my visions were back.

I grabbed my purse and headed for my car.

I was done being the damsel in distress everyone thought I was.

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The library reminded me of when Daniel and I had come here. I can't believe I had been so naive: about my heritage with Witches and Daniel. Looking back now, I should have seen the signs that Daniel was Cursed. Honestly, I should have realized Levi was more sinister than a ghost looking for help moving on.

I had been so stupid.

"Can I help you find anything?" The librarian asks me as I walk aimlessly through the rows of books. 

"Yes," I say a little too loud. "Um, where are the Family Trees located? I've seen them before, but I can't remember which way they are." Daniel had shown me my Family Tree before, showing me I was related to Sarah Good. I had a hunch about something and I needed to see it to confirm.

"From the Salem Witch Trials?" Her eyes perk up. I nod and then sigh. Everyone here is way too obsessed with those stupid Trials. "Follow me," she leads me through a maze of books until we reach the back office.

None of this looks familiar. 

"We recently moved all of those documents in the back," she explains. "Apparently, some families didn't want it to be public knowledge." She answers with a shrug. I have an inkling it was Daniel's family. They probably don't want more people knowing they are Cursed.

"I get that," I find myself saying. She raises an eyebrow at me.

"You must be related to one of the accused." She decides based off of my sour mood.

"Yup, I'm related to Sarah Good." Why am I telling her this? I blame it on my lack of sleep. Her eyes widen with delight.

"Really? Wow, that must be super exciting." I take a deep breath in. Usually, I would have found her excitement somewhat charming, but right now I just find it annoying. I should have stayed home and taken a nap. "You know, there's a theory that Sarah Good really was a Witch." 

I don't move. Is she serious?

"Spooky, right?" Then she laughs. "Anyways, here's all the information you were looking for. I'll leave you to it, please lock up when you leave." She seems sweet enough. She probably doesn't really believe in Witches. 

Still, it was cryptic. 

She shut the door behind her. I finally relaxed when she was gone. 

I looked through the folders, trying to find the one my Gran had submitted. Of course, it wasn't alphabetized. It took me several minutes, but eventually, I found it. My fingers enclosed around the manilla folder.