Once they were back out the front door, Tenn stood and smirked. “That’s fun for them.”

Cooper looked to me. “Scariest teddy bear.”

Kessler craned his neck back to look at his son upside-down, which was a testament to how tired he must have been. “You were sleeping.”

Tenn’s smirk vanished. He growled and balled his hands into fists. “I can only sleep so much. I need her awake. Now. Leyka says Frankie will make that happen, so I need to help Frankie make that happen. Okay? I need to help.”

Tim walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of soup that was still steaming. He sat the bowl on the table and slid it across to the empty seat next to Cooper. “Fine, Nephew, but you’ll consume whatever we give you in compromise.”

Tenn nodded and went over to the bowl of soup. He didn’t sit, just patted Cooper on the shoulder and then picked the bowl up and drank. He drank piping hot soup. I didn’t know why this was a surprise to me, yet it was. After a few sips, he licked his lips and sighed. “Hunter and Jackson are where you expect them to be, but Em is asleep next to Deacon. He’s trying something from his sleep, so Coop, you might wanna go down there and⁠—”

Cooper cursed and ran off.

Tenn sat his soup down, then held up a crystal quartz necklace. He squeezed it in his palm until light flashed, then suddenly the Book of Shadows sat in its place. “Em had it, so I grabbed it. Tegan said she wrote what you saw in here, so let’s take a look.”

I slapped my forehead. “Dammit, Frankie. How did I forget that? Tegan told me she wrote it all down.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, kiddo,” Kessler said softly from the couch.

Tenn crossed the space between us to sit the thick leather-bound book in my hand. Then he lifted my other hand and sat it on the front cover. “Ask for what you need.”

I frowned up at him. “Like, say I need to see the symbols from my initiation?”

Energy tingled against my palm and then the book flew open. Pages sped by until it stopped and lay open on the table in front of me. On the spread staring me in the face was a list, written in order by the number of our Card with the corresponding symbols drawn beside our names. After Jackson’s name, it listed a few others that weren’t in The Coven: Lennox, Warner, Kenneth, and Daniel. Everyone crowded around me to look at them. Well, except for Tenn who just stood there sipping his soup like it was a cup of tea. I knew better than to think he was unbothered by all this. He simply knew this area of magic was not his specialty and he didn’t need to crowd me.