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Alia Costner, who’d taught Jo and Sam so many things, including how to craft spells using number theory, had argued otherwise. She’d explained that in some schools of thought, the number four was feared, but in others, the number four was also revered.
From years of studying the philosophy of Pythagoras, Alia believed that my children were the metaphysical symbol or the Tetracyts, a triangular figure consisting of ten points arranged in four rows that was sometimes called the Mystic Tetrad. This symbol represented unity, power, harmony, and the Kosmos along with the four elements—air, fire, water, and earth as well as other mystical meanings, such as the four parts of the soul.
In Alia’s opinion, my quadruplets were the metaphysical symbol binding me to the role of the Mystic. Their blood would give me the power I needed to bring unity and harmony, not bloodshed or wars.
Whatever was meant by the perfect storm, I believed Alia was right, and even Captain Greer’s seer had seen a bright future for witches with me at the helm.
Once again, I held up the chalice. “Belief is the seed, desire the spark. Will is the fuel that illuminates the dark. With visualization as our guide, the cornerstones of magic join side by side.” I brought the cup to my mouth and drank.
Instantly, a surge of electricity traveled through me as a strong breeze picked up, rustling the trees dotting the property. My body tingled, throbbed, and vibrated as the magic flooded my veins.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Zoey said. “As the four elements and the four cornerstones of magic join as one, we embrace a new beginning and new era.”
The witches in the audience bowed, as did Jordyn, Agnes, and my vampire family.
Sam closed the distance between us, stepped in front of me, took my hand, and got down on one knee. “I am proud, humbled, and honored to call you the Mystic.” He lowered his head.
Overcome with a multitude of emotions, I fought off tears. I wanted to project strength and show my fellow witches that I was their true Mystic. That I could snuff out the darkness that had plagued them for centuries. That I could lead them toward a brighter and more hopeful future. And while I would do my best to show them I could, my husband was making it hard for me to reel in my feelings.
Sam Mason, my handsome, sexy, powerful, arrogant, devoted husband and the father of my children was the brightest star in my world, and I couldn’t do any of this without him.
As everyone began to chant my name, I suddenly felt emboldened as well as hopeful, not only for my family or witches or any supernaturals—but also for mankind.
The end.
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