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I loved the taste of her mouth. The feeling of her skin. She felt like forever materialized in my hands.
“We have to go,” she whispered, pulling away. “She’s not far behind us.”
“She?” I asked.
She nodded while wiping tears from her skin. She jumped backward as she noticed Deidamia staring daggers at us.
“You found it?” she said. “Well, aren’t you a good girl?”
The tone of her voice slithered over my skin. We had the spindle, and she was still pissed at Josephine. Why?
“I got your stupid spindle, witch. Take it—”
“Not so fast,” she said. “Who took my spindle?”
Josephine looked like she didn’t want to say it. “My mother,” she spit.
Deidamia’s eyes widened in shock. “Your human mother came into our realm and took my spindle?”
Josephine opened her mouth when the portal reopened, and she stiffened. “We have to leave,” she whispered. “Now. Come on. Please. She's after us."
Josephine waded through the water of the dungeon toward the hole in the wall. She was frightened. What did she find out about her mother?
Ernest grabbed the spindle, lifted it with magic and slung it out of the dungeon. I followed Fern and Ernest out of the dungeon and into the sunlight.
I stopped at the hole in the wall and watched as Josephine’s mother stepped out of it. She looked crazed. Nothing like the woman that cried that day in her husband’s office.
Josephine’s mother turned circles until she saw Deidamia standing in the corner. “You’re the one that stole from me?” she asked.
She chuckled deeply. It didn’t match her face, and she slowly slid her palm back over her head. Like the dark magic that she was performing, her entire face changed, and Deidamia gasped loudly.
Josephine called to me, but I couldn’t look away. “Didn’t see that coming, did you, Sister?”
I’d endured plenty of shock in my life, but this topped all of it. The woman staring at Deidamia looked very similar to her. Dark hair and green eyes.
Josephine’s palm gripped my forearm, and she began to pull me when she noticed her mother. She dropped her hand and stared. “Who is that?” she whispered.
“Your mother turned into her. She’s Deidamia’s sister.”
Josephine stared in silence. I couldn’t determine the look on her face, but I sensed her heart hammering against her chest.
Ernest gripped my shoulder. “We need to leave. This isn’t going to go well.”
I pulled Josephine toward the Dark Woods, while they held a silent conversation.
It wasn’t until we made it halfway through the bayou that I heard an angry scream. Deidamia’s scream reminded me of a wounded animal.
She was shocked.
She was hurt.
She’d been blindsided and she wasn’t the only one.
We didn’t stop running until we hit the Dark Woods. Ernest leaned against the tree, while Josephine dropped to her knees and covered her face. “I don’t understand what’s happening. That’s not my mother.”
When she looked up at me, I looked at her ebony hair and blue eyes. I always thought she looked like her father, since her mother was light haired.
“I don’t know—”
