The Alpha Who Cursed His Mate novel Chapter 26

"Okay, Mum," I place my bag down. I'd prefer to search Nina's room first, but Zak, May, and Flint aren't aware of the curse, so I can't say why my meal can wait.

"What's the assignment for?" Dad asks.

"Um, it's for… science,"

"I didn't know we had an assignment," Nina says.

I give her a “be quiet” look.

"Oh, you mean that assignment?" She says, catching on quickly.

I devour my meal so that they can excuse me from the table.

"What's the assignment about?" Her mother, Amelia, asks.

Nina looks at me for help.

"Weather, how different weathers form," I say.

"Oh, fascinating," she says.

"This dinner was delicious," I say, walking around the table to Nina. I gently take her arm.

"Since I'm about to finish our assignment, you may as well come to help me," I laugh nervously.

"Yes, our assignment," she says, standing up and playing along. She knows I'm up to something. We reach the top of the stairs.

"What is going on with you, Magnus?"

"We have to search your room,"

"My room? What for?"

I look around to make sure no one is watching. I take Nina's hand, lead her into her room, and shut the door behind us. Unzipping my bag, I hand her the book of spells and hexes.

"Magnus, where did you get this? Do you know how much trouble we can get into for having this?"

"Yeah, I know. I'm just borrowing it for a while. I'll return it later,"

"You shouldn't have this,"

"Nina, I took it to help you,"

"How is this book going to help me?"

"Read this part here," I tell her.

She gives me a confused look before reading.

"Relics. Items such as these can summon ghosts or even demons or may even curse someone. These could be items such as a voodoo doll, a small statue, or symbols made from twine or other materials. If it's a curse, they usually place the item under the victim's pillow or bed,"

Nina looks up from the book, "Okay, and what's this got to do with anything?"

"We should search your room for any relics, just in case," she smiles and nods, hopeful about my suggestion. Nina closes the book, places it in my bag and searches under her pillow and through her bedding.

"Nothing here,"