Back The Witch Queen
Chapters (64)
  1. Contents
  2. Dedication
  3. Playlist
  4. Content & Trigger Warnings
  5. Glossary
  6. Map
  7. Prologue
  8. Hawthorne
  9. Laurel
  10. Laurel
  11. Nemesia
  12. Hawthorne
  13. Mazus
  14. Hawthorne
  15. Hawthorne
  16. Laurel
  17. Hawthorne
  18. Laurel
  19. Hawthorne
  20. Laurel
  21. Laurel
  22. Hawthorne
  23. Laurel
  24. Hawthorne
  25. Nemesia
  26. Laurel
  27. Laurel
  28. Hawthorne
  29. Hawthorne
  30. Laurel
  31. Laurel
  32. Hawthorne
  33. Laurel
  34. Laurel
  35. Nemesia
  36. Hawthorne
  37. Hawthorne
  38. Laurel
  39. Hawthorne
  40. Hawthorne
  41. Laurel
  42. Laurel
  43. Nemesia
  44. Laurel
  45. Laurel
  46. Hawthorne
  47. Nemesia
  48. Mazus
  49. Laurel
  50. Laurel
  51. Laurel
  52. Hawthorne
  53. Hawthorne
  54. Nemesia
  55. Nemesia
  56. Laurel
  57. Hawthorne
  58. Hawthorne
  59. Laurel
  60. Laurel
  61. Laurel
  62. Chapter
  63. Acknowledgements
  64. About the Author

I laugh aloud, and it startles her. “Sorry, but of course Laurel isn’t a blood mage. I already knew that,” I tell her gently. She blushes in embarrassment.

“Of course you did. I didn’t mean, didn’t—”

“It’s okay,” I say, relieving her from her adorable discomfort with a squeeze. She blushes again but then turns somber.

“Nemesia, there’s more.” Her expression is grim once again. “This is just a hunch, there’s nothing in the text to confirm it. But it talks about how the blood mages were a powerful family in Velmaran history, second only to the Andomers. The family isn’t named, but the only other magical line that would make sense…” She trails off, clearly afraid to speak the words aloud.

“The Vicants,” I finish for her, and she nods, eyes wide. My mind swirls, the information unlocking the final piece of the puzzle for me.

“We both wondered what could take down the Andomer line, what could steal a throne away from a family with the most powerful conduit in the Four Kingdoms. I think we have our answer.” She whispers the last words, so afraid and yet so courageous for putting these pieces together, for not ignoring the obvious truth sitting in front of her. Most people are content to believe the lies they’re told, to go along with the status quo for fear of the unknown. But not Genevieve. The world has used and abused her, shown so many times that adherence to the way things are is the only way to keep her safe. And yet, still, she fights back.

“Listen to me, Genevieve.” The army General is back in my voice. “You must not tell this to anyone. Don’t even reveal that I let you read through these books from Mazus. He clearly wanted me to come to these conclusions on my own, despite how dangerous they are for him. I fear there’s more going on here than we’ve uncovered.” She nods, eyes wide in fear. “I’m having dinner with him in three days. I’ll use the opportunity to see how he tries to goad me, and then I’m going to leave Velmara. I’ve discovered everything I need to, and I must warn Laurel before it’s too late. Will you—will you come with me?”