Chapter 59 

~Valeria ~ “Did you even sleep?” I ask Dagar. “I have slept for too long. Too many years. My body can hold out a little longer.” “Did you sleep?” Grimm asks me. I sigh. “Barely.” He gives me a sympathetic look. “Sit,” Dagar says. He has led us outside where he stood last night. It’s now morning, but the sun hasn’t even come out yet. Grimm and I sit on the ground. Dagar sits in front of us, a bonfire burning beside him. “Are you ready to learn?” he asks. “Yes.” “I’ll teach you how to use your raven powers, but that’s not all you possess, Valeria.” He looks directly at me. I frown. “What do you mean?” “Grimm and I can command ravens at will. Because of my witch mother, magic runs through our veins—but only the women in our bloodline can wield it. Only you can use that power as she once did.” “You… can’t?” “No.” I look at my hands, muttering. “I can do magic?” “Yes. My mother was a witch, a hag to be exact.” “What’s the difference?” “Hags are witches that come from ancient bloodlines who