Lucas wasn't sure if it was a good or a bad thing that Belle did back in the town. According to her, she had identified the black witch by her nails. It was one of the easiest ways to know if the person was a human or someone who belonged to the darker side of magic. There was something that gnawed at the back of his mind.
Not everyone was able to identify witches. To be able to spot a black witch, it was a rare talent.
"If I may ask, Miss," Lucas spoke to Belle, gaining her attention from the tea to look up at him, "Did you speak to the witch about anything else?"
"I wanted to search if there was any book or if anyone had spoken about the land of the dead," she gave him an awkward smile to which he didn't react, "So I asked her if I could get some historical books. Books that belonged to the first generation of the pureblooded family…"
