None of it made any sense to me, except for his kiss, since I knew he had adored me to his fullest potential. Harry’s biographical tale swirled about inside my ears and head during the next few minutes. He left me completely confused when he held my shoulders with his Herculean palms, speaking. I listened to him confess, “I have warlock blood inside me. The warlocks in my family go back to the Salem Witch Trials and Burnings in Massachusetts, 1693. My great, great, great uncles and grandfathers all alike have been a part of the Mali coven. I’m sure you’ll learn this if you follow through with more reading of Embers of the Warlock, paying close attention to the chapter Orders of High Warlocks. It’s a prized book of my people that tells of our history. I probably have every word of that chap
