I sat on the grass with my back propped against a tree in the shade of Province House and read from the journal that had been Lilith's gift to me. And found myself fading, my surroundings disappearing into the background as everything I was seemed to flow forward into the pages of the book. Until it was as if I'd lost who I was while the past unfolded in my mind-
***
She lies in her bed, having just given birth. Kisses the baby and passes him to the young midwife witch.
"You know what to do." She coughs softly past tightness in her chest at what she does, at the choice she makes. "The others can't know of his survival."
The young woman hesitates then nods and takes Lilith's child from the room, black cloak masking the presence of the swaddled babe. He is in good hands and will be cared for where he's going, into a life without magic. A necessary evil if she is to reverse the curse, undo the damage she's permitted to be done.