Page 242 of Gift from the Source
Her chest rises and falls at the same tempo ours does.
My brothers and I talked extensively both with and without her about whether we thought it was a good idea she stay in here for this.
Ultimately, like she just said to that fuck face, she told us she wouldn’t shy away or hide from what was going to happen to him. She knew what it meant for her to sentence him to death and us being the ones to deliver it.
She owned her decision and she’s owning her emotions over it now.
I reach my hand out for her, giving her the choice to finish this with us or not.
Whatever she chooses, I will support her no matter what.
I’m not the least surprised, though, when she stands from her chair.
My heart thunders in my chest as each stride she takes toward me, her bond thrums in gratitude.
She doesn’t have to be thankful to me for the things I did, though.
I will never stop fighting for her.
The four of us will always take care of her.
The feeling of her hand in mine settles my demons down and I run my fingers down her cheek.
She nods and I move to the side to place her in the middle of us, where she faces her beaten, bloodied, and broken rapist on his knees.
Wordlessly, we put our hands on her and push our gifts and elements through.
Her palm stretches out and a blaze of purple, red, blue, green, and white bursts free, devouring his body.
There isn’t even ash left of him when the power returns to us.
“It’s all over, little Primary.”
Twenty-Nine
Willow
Hey there, my little dragonfly.
A tiny laugh whooshes out of me and my feet quit kicking the water in the pool as her new words spread across the pages.
“Hey, Momma.”
It’s been a few weeks since I opened her book.
After everything happened, I waited until the next day to open it and see if the rest of her words had appeared.
They had.
They changed my perspective on everything.
The ink started off with,If you’re reading this, Willow, that means you’ve done it. You can have the life you’ve always deserved now, baby girl.
I had to stop there and cry for a good, hell, I don’t even know how long. Long enough the guys finally decided to take me from my foyer and hold me in bed while I finished reading.
I gained enough composure to unlock the spell that gave me my communal knowledge and all that it means to be a Source imprinted on my mind. If I had known then what followed would be the most gut-wrenching and heartfelt goodbye I’d ever read, I wouldn’t have read her note from there.
Today, we get a new hello, though.
