Her fingers reached for my locket. “Guess it’s not working anymore, or maybe I m just too strong for sugilite.” She snapped the chain from my neck, coiling it around her finger. “It’s an immobilizing spell by the way.” Her clarification was unnecessary since I couldn’t move
“Sucks doesn’t it, not being the one in control.”
She smacked her lips together. “I’m not sure what to do with you.” She roamed around the room, running her fingers along the knickknacks on the shelf. She picked up a figurine of a woman with beautiful wings a Black Angel. She turned it in her hand. “You know I’m supposed to take you to my father. The mark’s begging me to. But I don’t know. I’d like to see you suffer a little before I do that.” She stared at the figurine with a spiteful look in her eyes I didn’t like.
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“I’ll be right back,” she said, like she had just created the most evil plan in the world. “Don’t go anywhere.” Then she grinned and with a swish of her hands, vanished in a cloud of smoke.
That was a new trick too, apparently being evil made her more powerful.
All I could do was wait there helplessly until she came back.
Adessa had a dripping faucet somewhere in the house. It was driving me crazy as I lay on the floor, wondering what on earth Aislin was going to return with. Even though she was working with the dark side, part of me hoped it wouldn’t be that bad. She was Aislin. But deep down, I knew it didn’t matter. She had been brainwashed by the most evil man I knew Stephan.
Finally, I heard a thump from inside the house. It was time to find out what Aislin was going to do to me.
But it wasn’t Aislin who entered the room.
Adessa’s golden cat-shaped eyes landed on me. “Gemma.”
I tried to nod, but my head was a numb useless lump.
“Why are you…” She glanced around as if she sensed something was wrong. Then she swept her long black hair out of her face and knelt down beside me. She inspected me over and then she yelled, “liberum.”
I was instantly free and jumped to my feet, wanting to get as far away from this place as possible. “We have to get out of here.”
“Why?” she asked. “Gemma, why are you here?”
I gave her a quick recap of all the stuff that had been happening.
“So Aislin has the mark, but she can remove the mark?” She ambled the room, her long navy 81
dress flowing the floor. “And you don t know where she went?” I shook my head, urging her toward the doorway. “That’s why we need to get out of here.” Adessa held up her hand. “We don’t need to go anywhere. We can fix this.” Suddenly, I feared she might be marked. My eyes took in her arms and neck, the places where it was most likely to be hidden. But her honey skin was mark free.
“Do you remember how she did it?” Adessa asked. “How Aislin removed the mark?”
“Kind of,” I said. “I mean, yeah, I think so.”
“Tell me and try to remember every little detail,” she said, taking a seat on the purple velvet sofa.
“She could come back any minute,” I warned. “We should go.” Adessa deliberated this and then stretched her hand, pointing to the ceiling. “Me tenebris et tueri nos.” A dark cloud rotated from her hand, casing the ceiling with a smoky sheet of black.
“There.” She dusted her hands off. “We have a few minutes. Now go ahead and try to explain it to me.”
My eyes were wide as I took a seat. “The first thing she did was go to the graveyard to summon some kind of witch spirit to give her more power. Then she created the spell. First, she cuts into the middle of the mark so that blood drips out.”
“To bleed out the evil.” Adessa nodded, understanding. “Yes, that makes sense.”
“Then she inserts some potion I think she called it Vitis vinifera, which is supposed to free them from the evil connection,” I said. “Then the last thing she does is chant some sort of spell… liberare vos ligaveris.” God, I hoped that was right.
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Adessa looked like it was making sense. She hopped to her feet, threw open the apothecary table, and it was filled with baggies of herbs. She took one out. “Does this look like the Vitis vinifera she used?”
The green crushed leaves did look familiar. “I think so. But it doesn’t matter if you have all the stuff. You need the power of that ghost flame woman.”
Adessa’s eyes were kind. “Has Laylen ever told you anything about me?” I wasn’t sure how she wanted me to answer. “Um… a little.”
“Well, did he ever mention how old I was?”
I shook my head, not daring to utter an age, afraid if I said something older, she d freak out like Sophia use to do. Thinking about my cold-hearted grandmother, sent a chill down my back. I hated thinking about the soulless years I spent with her. I remembered when Aislin finally broke down and told me Sophia and Marco were dead. She’d discovered this information when she’d been trying to locate Keepers with a Tracker Spell, only the spell had informed her they no longer existed, which meant they had to be dead. The Tracker Spell didn’t explain how they died though, but I knew that Stephan was probably behind it somehow. Just like he was behind most deaths.
Honestly, I’d had mixed feelings about their deaths. I was sad, but at the same time empty. I understood they’d been brainwashed during all those years of torture, yet the cold and harsh way they’d treated me was still a fresh wound. I’d spent much of my life being ignored by them as they let me sink into a lonely hole.
“I’m one-hundred and fifty-eight,” Adessa replied and I blinked out of my trance. “And do you know how I lived this long without aging?” I shook my head and she rose to her feet. “Because I’m powerful.”
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tipped to the smoky ceiling. “Isabella, come to me!” A fire burst through the air and the flaming woman materialized, letting out a deafening wail. I covered my ears as Adessa chanted magic under her breath, finally settling the fire woman down.
“You’ve been hiding something from me Isabella,” Adessa warned. “Is there something you’d like to tell me?”
The fire woman hissed flames at Adessa s face.
“Don’t take that attitude with me,” Adessa said. “You’ve been lying to me for a very long time.” The flame woman tipped her head back and wailed.
“Stop sulking and hand it over.” Adessa stuck out her hand and the fire woman let out a huff, blowing a breath of smoke and fire into Adessa’s palm.