Witch (22 page)

Ophelia felt sick still from watching the dark blood pour
from the cuts on Aimee's face.

The quiet of the darkness inside of the cell was
frightening. She felt dirty and afraid. Oliver had conned her. She had given
him everything.

She wriggled her lips enough to get the fabric from them,
"Aimes." She looked around the darkness.

"Aimes."

She whispered a little louder,
 
"Aimee."

Aimee stirred and lifted her head, "What?"

Her face was no longer beaten. Her healing powers were still
there. Some of their magic mustn't be blocked.

"Where are we? Why does my head hurt?"

She looked at Ophelia and scowled, "Shit. Your
boyfriend really is evil."

Ophelia nodded, "My sister got out though
right?"

She smiled, "I fucking hope so. Jesus. I was flashed
here."

"You're healed."

"What?"

"Your face is healed. The fabric that keeps our
powers isn’t taking everything from you. Plus that guy should have split your
head open. What else can you do?"

Aimee shook her head, "I can't flash or feel the fire
in my hands."

"Seriously."

"Yeah."

Ophelia felt her hope fading, "Shit."

Aimee made a face of concentration, "You hear
that?"

Ophelia listened and bit her lip.

Aimee put her head down, pretending to be asleep again.
Ophelia did the same. Her lip trembled, as the footsteps got louder. Then men's
voices filled the cell.

"You're making noise."

"Shut up. I'm not even talking to you right
now."

"You just did."

"I hate you."

Ophelia could hear two men talking. A spark lit in her
heart as she peeked she at them.

"Ophelia." She looked at the super cute silver
python skin Christian Louboutin boots. She lifted her face to see her brother,
"Tristan?"

He squealed and jumped at her, "O, my little
O-cake."

She laughed, "What?"

The dark haired guy who looked almost exactly like Oliver
sighed, "Oh my goddess he has been working on nicknames for you since the
blue girls told him you were alive."

"You must be Oliver's son?"

He smiled, "Yes and I hear you two had some fun.
Naughty little thing."

Tristan shivered, "Gross. Anyway this is my ex
Phillip."

Phillip wrapped his arms around Tristan and kissed his
cheek, "I'll never ex you. You'll have to kill me first."

Ophelia couldn’t believe how much her brother and her
looked alike.

She looked at Aimee who was trying not to laugh.

"Aimee, Tristan and Phillip." She pointed to
everyone in the room.

Aimee laughed, "Oh my god you are the gayest
supernatural men I've ever met. Are you the rescue mission?"

Phillip smiled, "Duh. What's with her? Maybe we like
to be called homosexual. Maybe we get offended by the term gay."

Aimee stopped laughing and flushed red. Tristan burst into
laughter. Phillip walked over and untied Aimee, "Girl you gotta mellow
out. You look really tense."

Tristan chatted nonchalantly, as he untied her hands,
"Dad is a shit O. A major shit. He's been torturing your other sister for
like weeks. Anyway Oliver couldn’t come up with a better plan than this
one."

Ophelia felt her heart swell, "He never betrayed
me?"

Tristan flung his arms in the air, "Tada."

Aimee looked at Phillip, "Can you flash?"

He rolled his eyes, "Lead on, I can track. But I want
to try on your boots when we get there."

She grimaced, "What? No. Look how big your feet
are."

He giggled, "Look how tense she is."

Aimee put a hand on Ophelia and they were standing in
Lydia's kitchen instantly. Phillip and Tristan were there seconds later.

"Oh my god this place is cute. Trist this is exactly
like that barn reno we saw on HGTV."

Ophelia looked at Lydia holding a cup of tea to her lips,
"Ophelia is that your brother?"

Ophelia nodded, "And Phillip. He is Oliver's
son."

Lydia nodded, "Welcome." Her smile looked
forced.

Annabelle rushed the kitchen, "No. No way. Both
Lillith's only living kids in one house. No."

Ophelia looked at her brother in the light of the kitchen.
She jumped forward and hugged him tightly.

"O!" She turned to see her sister, rushing in.
"Oh my god O you got your brother back too." Abbey jumped at them
both and hugged them.

Ophelia couldn’t help but wonder the fate of Oliver as she
pulled back and looked at Abbey. Tears poured from her face, "Abbs, you're
okay."

She nodded, "It was so awful. They fed from me. Oh
and I called mom and dad and they asked me how camp was?"

Ophelia looked at Lorri who walked into the kitchen,
"We had to say something. By the way, Daniel is residing with the wolves
for a little while. They are almost positive they have a track on Aleks's
dad."

Ophelia watched as her sister turned and smiled at Lorri.

Ophelia looked back at her brother, "You want to
catch me up on mom?"

He smiled a bright white grin, "We have like five
days to save her and fight to the death for her magic."

Ophelia nodded, swallowing hard. Tristan burst into
laughter.

"You aren’t the fun group of bad asses we kind of
thought you would be."

Lorri snorted, "Yeah we like to keep the fun to the
Christmas parties."

Everyone in the kitchen laughed, except Tristan and
Phillip.

Phillip beamed at Ophelia, "Dad has found a way to make
it work so one of you gets power and the other one gets to live."

Ophelia smiled, "Really." She looked at her
brother and they both shouted at the same time, "You can have it."

She looked at Aimee who looked around the kitchen.
Ophelia's stomach started to drop. Where was Aleks? Did he make it back?

Aleks came walking in behind Ari. He glanced up at Aimee
and flashed to her and then they were both gone.

The warm wind filled the kitchen.

Phillip pulled his phone from his pocket, "My dad is
in the yard. I guess he can't come in the house?"

Ophelia ran through the kitchen and burst through the
porch door. He was smiling under a streetlight.

She ran across the grass and leapt into his arms.

"I told you."

"I thought you were on his side." She looked up
into his eyes. He was in pain.

He cleared his throat, "No but I couldn’t even take a
chance. Tristan was the only way that you would be able to get away. Everyone
up there is loyal to him. I freed Trist and Phil, while he went to torture your
mother with the news."

She pulled back, "Will he know."

Oliver nodded, "He probably will."

She hugged him again, "I'm just glad you're
okay."

He kissed the top of her head, "Me too. Now we need
to get ready. You and Trist have a very hard week ahead of you. I'm going to
stay at Marcus's. Henry hates your father, more than anything on the
planet."

She frowned, "I'm coming."

He shook his head, "You stay here. You stay
safe." He kissed her lips once softly and stepped back. He was gone and
she was alone on the street with the dark swirling around her feet. She stepped
back into the guards and felt the night become creepy.

"Come in the house, girl."

She looked back at Annabelle floating in the doorway.

"Annabelle, what happens if he gets the power?"

"He gets the world baby girl. He gets the
world."

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Stay Tuned for the final novel in the series,
Death
. Coming in the Winter of 2012