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Cleo just smiled serenely at me. “You will be submersed in our healing water. Let go of all that holds you back and prepare yourself for the journey on which you are about to embark.”
“You are not going to survive the day.” Hands picked me up and carried me to the copper tub. ” Neither Troy nor Claudine will let you live.”
The water was cold as they dropped me horizontally in. Their precious dress turned translucent and clung to my skin, and their hands pushed me under the water. Above me, I heard the mutated sounds of a spell.
Then the real fun began.
The copper of the tub began to brighten, and the water bubbled. The hands holding me turned red and released me as the witches shrieked in pain. Coming up for breath, I gripped the edge of the tub and grinned. “Is boiling me alive part of your ritual?” I asked as I checked my own skin.
Perfectly fine.
“Silence,” Cleo thundered, and the bubbles quieted. “Dunk her again.”
A new set of faces stepped up to the tub and stared down at me. I grinned. “Is it going to boil
again or is there something else in store for me?”
They pushed me down and new chanting started. I would give them credit. Their influx of magic had managed to tear through the null space, but nothing they did touched my skin. In the defense of what they were throwing at me, my own magic responded. The water electrified, and everyone
holding me down stiffened and fell dead, draped half over the water.
Re-emerging, I wiped the water from my face and pushed the bodies onto the floor. “Refreshing.
Does anyone want to join me? A little girl-on-girl action before I die?”
Using wood paddles, they forced me out of the tub, and I fell to the floor. Hands grabbed under my arms and dragged me away. “There are other ways to purify you,” Cleo hissed. “Perhaps we should try fire.”
“I don’t think Claudine will like it if she discovers you roasted her ternary alive. Really, Cleo, I think you’re just going to have to accept me, flaws and all.” I was all talk. My own defensive magic had drained me.
I watched as they dragged the dead bodies away before new witches circled me on the floor and clasped hands. I had to give it to them. They were committed to the cause. Their dead colleagues hadn’t made them pause for even a minute.
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When they started to chant, I watched the magic rise up above us and lock us into a funnel. Warily, I held my breath. What if I was wrong? What if there was a limit to how much magic I could
withstand?
The magic paused and then hit me all at once. For a second, I thought my own blood was boiling from the inside out as my body tried to fight it off. Opening my mouth, I screamed, and then the
world stilled.
“Honestly Kiana, is this the best you can do? I raised you better than this.”
At the sound of my father’s voice, I groaned. I really did not need to spend my final moments with ghosts.
“Go away,” I said tired. “I’m trying to focus on not dying here.”
“All that magic is draining you. Wasn’t even meant to be yours. You should have been a wolf. My wolf. Now look at you. All these things inside of you that you can’t control, and now you’re letting others manipulate it. Weak. So fucking weak.”
“Great talk, Dad. Really. With all that motivation, I’m sure I can get up any minute, slaughter all these witches, and walk away.”
“A mother does whatever she can for her child.”
Oh, goodie. Now Katherine was here. We could have a party.
“I gave you a gift, Andrea.”
“You locked away my magic and left me to fend for myself. What kind of gift is that?”
“And now you’ve gone and gotten knocked up with some other fucker’s baby.”
Strange how Morven’s voice didn’t make me want to hurl anymore. I guess that’s what happened when you help send them to their grave. I didn’t even bother responding to him. I would have killed myself before I ever let him breed me.
The pain stopped, and I felt myself return to my body. I was so weak I couldn’t even open my eyes, but I could tell from the angry whispers around me that their ritual was really not going to plan.
I guess I wasn’t going to be purified for the ritual after all. Maybe they’ll try again tomorrow.
A scream pierced the air. A familiar one, and for a second, I prayed that it was mine. I desperately hoped that I’d done the impossible and found the strength to open my mouth and release everything.
But it wasn’t my scream, and I didn’t have to open my eyes to know who it belonged to.
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Maybe all hope was lost.
It was Lunessa.
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