Page 45 of Touch of Evil

Farrah lifts her head from the water. “Una thought you were dead, we all did,” she tells me. Like me, she’s ignoring Gerald’s mounting hysterics. “She told us she felt your soul leave your body.”

I did, too.

The realization is almost too much to bear. I huddle into myself. Had my magic not fought to keep me alive, I wouldn’t be standing here now.

Una, like everyone else, underestimated me and my power. For once, the lack of faith worked to my advantage.

“I eat others,” Gerald says. “Get it? Othersdo noteat me.”

“Una will be here soon,” Merche says. She fumbles with her paws as she looks around. “We’re supposed to nourish the vampire so he’ll regenerate and provide her a better feed.”

I pivot away from them. “Fine,” I say. “You do that.”

“What?” Merche says.

“Huh?” Gerald asks.

“Gerald, you need to eat. You’ll get better, and then you can fight.” I whirl, making a point to meet each witch in the face. “Then we’re finding Bren and getting out of here.”

Tears pour from Merche’s beady eyes, soaking her fuzzy features. “You don’t understand, we can no longer find our way out. We’re trapped in here just as you are.” She looks at Farrah, her squeaks more terrified. “And Una…Una will kill us if we help you in any way.”

Farrah’s face expands and deflates in quickening motions. “I don’t want to hear your excuses,” I say before Farrah can argue. “You’re already dead. You just don’t know it yet.”

Merche loses her composure, crying loudly. I don’t hold her little paw or gently stroke the fur on her head. I don’t even try to slick back the scales sticking out near Farrah’s gills. We’re past tenderness and sympathy. Only survival remains.

“Mirror took a long time to work on you,” I remind them. “Now that it’s begun, it’s manipulating the magic inside you in the way that it shouldn’t. There are reasons these High Tasks are assigned to witches close to the end of their studies. You’re beginning to see what happens when such a powerful spell goes wrong.”

“Our friends are dead, Merche,” Farrah blurts out.

“Your friends?” I ask.

They both nod, but only Farrah replies, wetness releasing from her bulging eyes. “Their bodies couldn’t handle Mirror.”

“Is that what Una told you?” I ask.

This time, when they face me, they see the truth they’ve for too long suppressed. I continue, knowing they don’t want to hear it but also recognizing that they must. “Mirror didn’t kill your friends. Una did. Their bodies were found tonight, all dismantled like Ted and in varying stages of decomposition.”

A new form of sadness takes over Merche’s disposition. “Did they look human? Or did they look like us?”

“Human,” I say. Shayna and Koda would have told me otherwise. “My guess is the spell broke with their passing.” I ease away from them. I’ve never had to share news of this magnitude and force the words out. “This spell is changing you into something you were never meant to be. You’re sick and your condition is worsening. I can sense it with my magic. It’s not just food you lack. Your animal counterpart is fighting the human side that remains.”

“Is the animal trying to kill us?” Merche asks.

“At the very least, it’s attempting to dominate you,” I explain. I’ve spent enough time withweresto understand as much. “It wants to live just as much as you do.”

Farrah grips Merche’s hand as she addresses me. “But you can help us, right? You won’t let us keep turning, will you?”

“I’ll speak to Genevieve,” I promise. “If anyone can reverse or dissolve the spell, she can.”

“What about me?” Gerald calls. “Still hungry and decapitated over here.”

Even ignoring Gerald is a chore. I do my best, keeping my full attention on the witches. “The choice is yours,” I say. “You either help us and have a chance at life, or you die along with Una.” My voice tightens. “I won’t spare anyone who steps in my way.”

I walk away like a boss.

Or at least I try to.

“I’ll feed him,” Farrah says, a little to anxiously. “It’s been a long time since I got some.”

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