Page 222 of The Tribrid Princess and the Taste of Chaos
“Hey.”
“Hi,” she answers. She doesn’t make it any easier to talk to her…
“Can I talk to you in private?” I ask.
She waves her hand, whispering something, and I feel a pulse of power. “Sure, talk.”
Was she always so hostile? Yeah, she’s always been like this. I shake my head. “It’s about Sienna.”
“What about her?” she asks. This time, there’s a hint of worryin her eyes.
“Something’s not right. Something is going on ever since she woke up crying that one night, her roommate, the one in-”
“Hold up, crying?”
Right, so they don’t know.
I glance at the witches passing by, with looks of curiosity in their eyes. “Shall we go somewhere private?” I ask quietly. “It’s a long story.”
She nods, but there’s a hint of disapproval in her eyes, and I know it’s not directed at me but at Sienna.
Well, fuck.
“Follow me.”
I oblige as she leads the way. Several twists and turns and two flights of steps later, she leads us into a small study room. She casts another spell before she turns to me, folding her arms.
I begin by filling her in, starting from the day she woke up crying, but then had to go back and explain the dreams, too. Sienna hadn’t told them, and I might not sense Heaven’s powers, but her flared nostrils, her eyes glaring at me, and the twitch in her jaw are proof enough that she is pissed off.
I’m shocked Sienna hadn’t mentioned any of it, and right now I’m not sure if I did the right thing, but there’s no going back now. Something is off, and we need to help her. I tell her about the events that followed, including what Shahira told me about the cut on her neck right up until today.
And I had to fill her in on how I can tell the difference between truth and lies. How I managed to get those answers from Sienna back at the Blood Moon Pack.
I don’t want people knowing that, but Sienna is my priority,and there’s no other way I could explain it to Heaven.
“And for the first time today… I couldn’t sense anything,” I finish softly.
She nods slowly. “So Sienna is hiding something from us… again.” The disappointment in her voice doesn’t go unnoticed.
“There’s a reason for that,” I remind her, hoping it softens the blow.
But she simply gives me an unimpressed smile. “So, what do you want me to do?” she asks.
“Read her mind. You can do that, right? Your mom can.”
“I can… but that won’t work, as this will not be a willing read. Not to mention if she finds out, she’ll be angry, too. I’ll need to go into her mind, and during that time, my body will be left vulnerable. It’s a far riskier spell…”
“Can it be done?”
She pauses for a moment. “Yes, but it would mean breaching her trust; you shouldn’t be doing that.” She looks at me disdainfully.
“I’m worried about her, and she’s hiding something; that much I know. This is to help her,” I say. Yeah, I know it’s wrong, but there aren’t many options. “And… I think we’re running out of time.”
She places her hand to her chin, pacing as she thinks it over.
“Then let me talk to her first; maybe I can get her to talk,” she says, stopping.
I nod. “Alright, if you think you can, just try not to mention me?”
