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PROLOGUE
Fiona Goode was dead.
Everyone knew she was dead. Cordelia had risen to power as the next Supreme. She was stronger than ever before, an impossible feat unless Fiona was indeed no longer alive.
Fiona Goode was dead.
Cordelia ran the coven as it should have been run for years. She picked up Fiona's slack. She never abandoned her girls; she trained them so that they could properly control their magic and be safe. She was the best Supreme the coven had seen in a long time; perhaps the best Supreme since Mimi Delongpre. She certainly was a better Supreme than her mother. Her mother who was dead.
Fiona Goode was dead.
Isabel Noble had seen the television interview back in 2014, when Cordelia announced to the world on the morning news that witches existed, and that the doors of Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies were open to any girl who felt she belonged there. That was when Isabel knew what everyone else at that point thought they knew.
Fiona Goode was dead.
But Isabel Noble knew better than anyone how fickle death could actually be. Her gut reaction was to believe what the rest of the world believed.
Fiona Goode was dead.
There was no body. There was no proof. Still, Isabel lived as if Fiona was indeed dead. Why question it? No body, no proof, but why question it?
Fiona Goode was dead.
A seed of doubt was rooted in the back of Isabel's mind, though. She knew Fiona better than anyone, even more than Cordelia. She didn't know Fiona inside and out, but knew her better than anyone. To just… die? It sounded impossible. It sounded out of character. Isabel stunted the seed's growth as best she could, but it was always there, germinating. Sometimes she would forget about it, and the world would be fine. But then the thought would creep up, and Isabel couldn't help but linger on it.
Was Fiona Goode dead?