“Because they were jealous of the power the Dark Witches had. They were jealous of the purity of it, of the respect from the realms. They wanted it all to themselves,” Ziel answered as he lifted shaking hands to light the Mayfeaver hanging from his lips.
“Answer me truthfully Jerry; why was I placed with Lyal. Why was my power non-existent in the human realm? Why did it take me dying for a crack to open and send me back?”
I waited patiently.
“I swear to you on my left-over soul my Lady, I do not know. Lady Isa was gone before I knew. You were three when I last saw you. You sat amongst the dead playing in the dirt there. Then…you were gone, as were the rest of the Dark Witches. I knew you were alive somewhere, otherwise I and the Mountain would have perished along with the rest of the witches.”
I slumped down in my seat.
So close, I had been so close to getting all the answers I had been after.
“Where the fuck did Bri get the book from?” I blurted out, the sudden thought bringing me back from my pity party.
“Good point little Mate.” Ziel rasped and pulled his top on over his head, careful not to knock the Mayfeaver hanging from his lips as always. He shrugged his jacket on and looked at me in question as I sat and squinted my eyes at him.
“How did you know what was in the book?”
He shrugged and grinned at me, “I break into Bri’s place regularly to use her shit and make this masterpiece.” He nodded to the smoke he held out to me in his hand.
I rolled my eyes and pulled my boots on.
“Let’s go ask her. Whoevershegot it from could be the person who knows the person who stole it in the first place.”
“My Lady, you haven’t eaten in a while,” Jerry gestured towards the food, worry covering his glowing face.
I shrugged and followed Ziel up the dark stairs and into the foyer. I had begged for answers, something I had never done before. And he hadn’t answered me. I knew he told me his reasons. But truthfully, I felt a little betrayed. I stared at the painting of Lady Samara as we passed the paintings and couldn’t help but wonder, was that the reason for her cold void-like eyes? Was she holding secrets that were killing her from the inside out?
I was finally piecing together the broken puzzle, and for the first time since waking up in Wisteria, I felt true hope that I was getting home to my boys. I had some answers now, and I wouldn’t stop until I had the rest.
Thirty
‘Clouded Sickness-Nubilum Languorem’
Cole
Bile dripped down my chin as my stomach cramped with more acidic vomit. I heaved and fell to my knees in my white-stoned garden.
Fuck, the pain was burning me from the inside out. My last session had been brutal. They had been getting more frequent, and my mind was slowly disappearing. I barely knew who I was anymore. The Darkness was trying to overtake my mind and no matter what we did, it never left. It only increased in its sickness.
I couldn’t even remember the sessions anymore, only pain and horror then utter darkness.
I knew Ziel and the fucking dragon had been in my home. Their stench was all over the place. The thoughtof them seeing the basement where my procedures were taking place had slimy panic shake through my bones.
Part of me had hoped they would see it, see the torture I was put through, the pain I suffered just to be pure. Part of me wanted to be saved from this madness, to be told I wasn’t sick, to live a life of freedom and free will. To be able to be a true Mate to my Circle Mate.
But that would never be a possibility. Her sickness was worse than mine. Wasn’t it?
Muffled conversations echoed like a memory in my confused mind, secrets that could bring an uproar to the Council’s well-ordered pureness. As quickly as the secrets spread through my mind, they disappeared, leaving me with an almost agonising headache and even more confusion than before.
I climbed to my feet and began to walk.
I had no idea where.
I fell into the thick trunks of bright Wisteria, their dangling clusters brushing against my face and smothering me in their sweetness.
I pushed back to my feet, kept walking.
I just needed to tell them.