Ahmentree's Magic Book Two: The Last Heir: Ahmentree's Magic, #2

By Andrea Rose Washington

Learning she was a member of the elusive Romar family and that her grandmother Ahmentree was very much alive, Olivia London has become Olivia Romar. With her grandmother's plans and the magical leaders' aid, Olivia knows they will succeed in stopping the cult known as the Children of the Chosen before the cult can gain control of the Vessel of Magic.

Gearing up to journey to the first dimension where all magic began, Olivia completes the last tasks before they can leave. But the arrival of some unexpected guests has Olivia wondering if Ahmentree truly understood their family's history.

Read the next book in the thrilling series Ahmentree's Magic.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Andrea Rose Washington
• Release date: Jan 28, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224068401

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Ahmentree’s Magic

Book Two: The Last Heir

Andrea Rose Washington

Copyright ©2024 by Andrea Rose Washington

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Table of Contents

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

Twenty-One

Twenty-Two

Twenty-Three

Twenty-Four

Twenty-Five

Twenty-Six

Twenty-Seven

Twenty-Eight

Twenty-Nine

Thirty

Thirty-One

Thirty-Two

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Dedication

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One

It was Tuesday.

I smiled at the thought.

Once again, my life would change on what I’d always thought was the most un-talked-about day of the week.

Granted, this Tuesday wasn’t as forgetful as many past Tuesdays.

This one was different.

This Tuesday would be one that I would remember for the rest of my life.

I stood outside the door; excitement buzzed through me.

This was what I had dreamed about my entire life.

Well, maybe not my entire life. I smiled to myself. But definitely since I’d discovered I was magical and that this was a life goal I should want and aspire to.

Olivia, are you ready? Ahmentree held out her hand to me.

It was still weird being here with her in this home.

In my family home, with her, my grandmother.

Everything I thought I knew about myself or my family had been proven incorrect in just a few weeks.

I wasn’t alone anymore.

I had spent so many years believing my parents cared more about getting their next fix than me, then that I was a freak, only to find out I was truly an Unbound outcast who would have to pull myself up from my bootstraps, and now I was a Romar.

One of the strongest, oldest, and most respected magical lines within the magical community.

I was still the last of my line, of the last Romars, and I was about to join the family magic.

Yes. I nodded, holding back the tears that threatened to fall. I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t, not just yet, in this moment, I needed to be strong.

It was happening.

I felt a little push behind me; turning, I saw Dessen rubbing her hands together and making a little waving motion forward.

She and Clive were the only people allowed to be here for this.

They were my family just as much as Ahmentree.

It didn’t matter to me that they did not have Romar blood, though because of that, they could not enter the room, but they could watch from the doorway.

I walked into the small room, and Ahmentree led me up to the small altar and started. The last time I performed this ritual was with your mother when she turned sixteen. When she found out she was pregnant with you, I knew she looked forward to this day as much as I had. She truly could not wait for this day to come. She paused, clearing her throat. Joining the family magic is a rite of passage that all young magical users look forward to, and while this is late, it is just as important. She smiled at me. One unique factor of the Romar family is that we do not allow those without our blood to join. Our magic has never been weakened and never will be. Being a Romar brings the added responsibility to everyone, not just ourselves. We are never to hold our powers over those others deemed less than us. We must always help those in need. She turned directly to me. Olivia, do you vow to protect and honor the Romar name in your actions?

I do, I agreed.

Do you promise never to use the Romar magic to harm innocents and never to use the Romar magic to gain power over others?

I do, I agreed.

She smiled and motioned to the altar. You may now place your hand on the grimoire.

I nodded and wiped my hands on my pants, trying to calm down. I reached out my hand, trying to swell the pounding in my heart. It was happening; it was happening. This wasn’t a dream; it wasn’t a trick. I was about to join the Romar family.

I thought that if I had children, I would finally experience this with them when they turned sixteen, but this was a different feeling. Instead of accepting a child, I was being welcomed into the fold.

I took a final deep breath and placed my hand on the rough outer layer of the grimoire.

Whatever I thought it would feel like, I was wrong. It wasn’t like a rush of power; I didn’t feel the winds wrapping around me as the bond snapped within me. Instead, it was like a tight, deep hug that I felt in my soul, which I had never experienced before. It was soothing, filled with love; it was everything I had missed.

Wow. I breathed as I pulled my hand away once the feeling had passed. I took a few steps back, trying to catch my breath and stop the onslaught of tears that threatened to fall.

I felt complete in a way I couldn’t describe. I took a deep breath and felt a new deep thrum of magic build inside me. There was also another beat, like a mini heartbeat inside me.

How do you feel? Ahmentree asked.

I-I... I paused. I don’t know. I don’t feel different, but I feel more like myself, more complete, but there is something else; it’s like I have another heart inside of me. It’s beating under my skin.

That is me, Ahmentree explained. Romar family magic has a component that allows all those who have joined the family magic to have, I guess you would call it, a tether to the others; you are connected to me as I am to you. As we are bound to the Romar magic, you will never be alone again.

I closed my eyes as the tears fell from my face and felt Ahmentree wrap me in her arms. I believed her; I would never be alone again.

Two

We must act fast; we can’t wait any longer. Anna Easton shot from her seat, slamming her fist on the table. It’s time to take the fight to them!

Think clearly, Anna. Trenton Abbas all but rolled his eyes at her antics. Your numbers, as well as ours, were greatly depleted in their last attack. But let’s suppose we do decide to attack; where do you suppose we start? Do you know where they are? Do you have some insider information that you are leaving out? He raised an eyebrow, and Anna lowered back in her seat, glaring at him.

I watched it like a tennis match as they went back and forth over the next steps for a plan they were not in charge of. Ahmentree had started these biweekly update meetings for the different factions of the magical community, the first one just two nights after the first attack, to be a starting point for the entire DC, Maryland, and Virginia, DMV for short, magical community to assess where they were and what aid was needed. The DMV magical community started coming together in the wake of the attack. Still, the Abbas and Eaton Covens’ heads tried to act as if they were in charge. Like today—this meeting was to discuss the upcoming plan to end the cult, and they acted as if we were here to listen to them. I scoffed at the thought.

The room was full of the different factions of the magical community. Besides my grandmother and me, we had Dessen and the lead of her vampire Coven, Mortimer, no last name; he said those went out in the ’80s, but he never clarified which century. Clive was there on behalf of the halflings. The Abbas and Easton heirs, along with Arte’s father, Trenton, and Andrew’s mother, Anna, were there.

Jacob was there representing the Supernatural Police Force and Gregory, who was taking on a supervisory role for the SPF in this capacity. And last, we had some representation from the New York Coven. Given what had happened to Chelsea, I didn’t blame them for wanting to be here. It was Chelsea’s older brother, not the one next in line; instead, it was Elijah, the one just above Chelsea's age, and their mother, Tria.

It had been a very awkward introduction when Elijah and Tria arrived at the front door. Their invitation was received via the Abbas Coven, who had not made it a point to inform Ahmentree or me that they had extended the invitation.

Not that either of us had an issue with the New York Coven being here, but a heads-up would have been nice, seeing as they were on Romar property.

It had been sixteen days since the attack on the manor and the attack on the different Covens. I still wasn’t sleeping comfortably through the night.

It took the Covens nearly three days to get their Coven members under control, new wards set up, and another week for the SPF to understand the attack’s level. Jacob had reported that they were still receiving reports of attacks from the cult.

Sixteen days for me to spend some time with my grandmother and start understanding what it was to be Romar, connect with the family magic, and call this manor my home.

I think there has been some type of confusion. Ahmentree stood, cutting off the conversation. I did not call any of you here to help create a plan, as I mentioned to your sons a few weeks ago. I have a plan—

You have been out of the game for almost an entire generation. You are not the one in charge here. Trenton cut Ahmentree off with a stern glare, but Ahmentree just laughed.

You do not know with whom you are speaking; your grandfather made the same mistake many times. It would be best if you showed some respect; after all, you are in my home, under my protection. Do not mistake me and think I brought you here for your brains. I’ve never trusted Covens before, and I will not start now; I’ve invited you here for your numbers only, not for a plan.

How dare you, Trenton hissed, standing in his chair. I’m the leader of one of the strongest Covens in the world—

And in this house, Covens mean nothing, Ahmentree scoffed. "The Romars have never cared about or for Covens, and that will not start now. Covens historically have only cared about themselves and judge all outsiders. The Romar line has always cared about everyone within our magical community. So unless you would like to be left out of the plan—and I will leave you out because, if I’m being honest, I didn’t like your grandfather, and I’m not sure I’m going to like you—stop talking as if you have a say. She paused. And let’s not forget the major fact being left out: you Covens are the reason this cult exists in the first place because you all built your power on the backs of excluding others and making them feel less than others. If you all were not so elitist and power-hungry, maybe...just maybe...this cult would never have a leg to stand on. Their members are people you turned your back on."

Trenton shot a murderous look at Ahmentree but didn’t say anything, and Ahmentree continued. Now, there’s no use for anyone at this table to make a plan besides myself and my granddaughter. She motioned to me. Because it does not matter where this little cult is. What matters is where they are headed, and that is where we need to go. Whatever you thought their goal was in the past, forget it. Their plans do not reside in this dimension, and now that they have their man-made portal maker, they will no longer care about being here. Their plan has always been to find and control the source of magic for themselves, so we must beat them to it. The only upside is that my family is attuned to magic in a way they will never be. We will head to the first dimension where the magic began and release the magic from whatever hold it is currently in to ensure no one can control it. And the only two people in this room who can get you there are my granddaughter and me.

Who is to say you won’t try and control magic yourself? Anna retorted, to which Ahmentree snorted.

I would be offended if I knew you Covens could ever think further than control. Magic is never meant to be controlled. Only a fool would try. And if my family wanted to, we would have taken it years ago without ever revealing that it could be taken.

How does releasing magic get justice for what was done to my daughter? Tria spoke for the first time since her arrival.

It doesn’t, Ahmentree responded. Your daughter is a number in a long list of magical beings who were killed by the cult for their sick form of justice. This plan is to stop them from amassing more power so we can finally stop them.

Why not strip them of their powers, do to them what they want to do to us? Elijah asked.

Ahmentree shook her head. We are not here to decide who can access magic and who doesn’t, and the moment we try to control the flow of magic, we become no better than the cult.

I don’t care about that. I care about getting the people who killed my sister, Elijah explained. I would think stopping their link to magic is the best way to put an end to them.

Stopping their access to controlling magic is the first step, Ahmentree responded.

I want them dead, Elijah snapped.

Who is to say they wouldn’t die in the battle? Mortimer spoke up. I’ve been alive longer than anyone in this room. Do not begin to believe this will end peacefully, even if we manage to block their access. If their death is what you seek, I have no doubt you will find it. He smirked.

As long as someone pays with their life, I am fine with that. Elijah nodded.

Now that that is sorted, Ahmentree said, Moving to the last order of business, we need to discuss who is going with Olivia on this journey. And before you all jump up at once, it must be understood and agreed that Olivia is in charge. Remember, she is the only person who can bring you back here.

I’m going. Arte leaned forward in his chair. And I agree to your order of rank.

Trenton’s eyes snapped at his son. Wait, what? Son, this was not what we discussed, he hissed.

Arte gave his father a side look. "No, it’s not what you discussed. I