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I pulled the picture from my pocket and handed it to her. “I found this in her room.” It looks just like the woman her mother turned into.
“Why would she do this? Why would she steal her spindle? Why is she a completely different person?”
I had no words. I didn’t understand any of it any more than she did. “I’ve never been so scared in my life,” she whispered. “My mother has been chasing us. She’s ... distant. She’s not my mother.”
Ernest gestured for me to get her up. “We need to leave. I don’t think they are done with us.”
“She has the spindle?” Fern chimed in.
“Yes, but Josephine’s mother did not want to hand that over. If she makes it out of Deidamia’s castle, she will come after you two. We need to get as far away as we can.”
Josephine climbed to her feet with tears rolling down her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around me, and I lifted her into my arms.
“You’re going to be okay,” I whispered.
Ernest cleared his throat. “I think we should leave this realm.”
“We can’t take them to Earth, Ernest. They’ll demolish it.”
“Do you know of a place that we could hide? A place back home that wouldn’t draw lots of attention if a fight broke out?”
I groaned inwardly, while they all looked at me. “Yes.”
Ernest materialized a portal swiftly. “Take us there.”
Josephine clung to me as I stepped toward the portal. “Where are you taking us?”
“Home,” I said.
“Your home?” she asked.
I nodded. “Yes. Hold on and pray they don’t follow us.”
Josephine dipped her head against my shoulder and screwed her eyes closed. I tipped over into the portal and held Josephine close to me.
At least she was safe.
Deidamia had the spindle.
Now we had to figure out who in the hell her mother was before she ripped us to shreds.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Josie
Kellan’s arm held me tightly to his chest. I didn’t even blink during our ride back to Louisiana. How could I? My mother just waltzed into another realm like she owned the place.
Sisters?
Who the hell had I called Mother for all these years? None of it made sense. Did my father know? How old was my mother to be sisters with Deidamia? What was her real name?
Part of me wanted to go to my house and demand answers. The other part of me was too afraid to leave Kellan’s side. What else could my mother do? Was she a witch like Deidamia? Was she even my mother?
We fell from the portal and landed on the soggy ground. Kellan took most of the fall. His arm still looped around my back, pressing me to his chest.
His dark eyes opened, and his gaze settled on mine. There were so many questions resting in them. The smell of his breath and skin made me feel safe. Safer than I ever had before.
“Are you okay?” he asked, rubbing circles against my back.
