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“We shall see then, won’t we?” Jason laughed. “I’ve seen their magic. I’ve seen their powers…” His voice trailed off, pushed to the back of my mind.
I kept watching Namid, and I could see it. Shaking my head, I whispered, “It’s not that strong,”
“What was that?”
I wasn’t sure who asked. I couldn’t look away from Namid. I needed to see more, and so I ran to her side. It was purple, not a bright purple, but a deep, ugly, painful purple color. The chains crawling over her body squeezed tighter and tighter.
“Druella?”
My hands tingled; they itched with the desire to do something. But what exactly, I wasn’t sure.
“Break them. You can break them.” That silvery smooth voice spoke in my mind again.
Reaching down, I pulled, and she gasped. Her head whipped up to look at me. But the chains didn’t break. I repeated along with the voice in my head, “This spell I find I shall unwind, these chains I claim shatter in flames.”
Watching it happen, my words came to life and did what I wanted. I grinned with a familiar feeling coming over me…like when I was in the shower. Joy. I wanted to do it again, feel it again. It wasn’t just as if I had broken the chains, but I also felt like something was loose in me, like I was free. When I looked up, everyone stared back at me, eyes wide except for Theseus who instead was still and silent, not daring to move. In his eyes was nothing but concern. Jason, who was now being pinned down on top of the rocks, was staring at me wide-eyed.
“She’s a witch!” Mikhail exclaimed pointing at me, his bushy eyebrows so high they looked like they were going to the top of his hairline. His voice and inflection made him sound like he was about to start the next witch trials.
At least we were already at court.
Chapter 19
I’d never been so grateful not to be a mortal as I was now. Being trapped and surrounded by hundred-year-old vampires in a small steel elevator would have been too much for the mortal me, especially since I could feel all of them watching every move I made. Moving was a habit of mine, something I did to blend in when I was with the mortals, flexing my fingers, blinking, breathing. I did it much more often than any of them, and so it made them curious, wondering if I was going to do a trick, like magically pulling a rabbit from my sleeve or something. At least they all had the decency to only glance. Mikhail, on the other hand, was a different story.
“Please stop staring at me like that Mikhail,” I muttered.
Silence.
Rolling my eyes, I glanced up at the numbers, wishing the elevator would move a bit faster.
“I think we’ll call you, Druella, the vampire witch,” Mikhail said slowly behind me, testing out the words. Then all of a sudden, he leaned forward, sticking his head over my shoulder and beside my face, much too close for comfort. His stare did nothing to help my lack of comfort. “Do you like it? I like it. Vampire witch.”
“Mikhail keep your distance,” Theseus warned, his attempt to reign in his rising anger obviously failing as the elevator climbed.
“Careful, Mikhail, if Theseus doesn’t snap your neck, the vampire witch here might turn you into a toad.” Daiyu grinned innocently.
But Mikhail looked back to me as if I were Satan, he then stepped all the way into the corner of the elevator, and she burst into laughter.
Taelon groaned, tired of them. “Is there any reason why you both chose to ride in my elevator instead of your own?”
“Oh, come on, you can’t hog her all to yourself,” Daiyu said, linking arms with me. “Druella and I are working on a friendship here.”
Did she forget that she offered to have me killed to punish Theseus? That was only like half an hour ago.
“I think this is how the rapture starts,” Mikhail muttered and even crossed himself, but it was the opposite way from what I was used to.
“He’s Christian,” Daiyu whispered for no reason.
“Yeah, I am. Do you have a problem with that?” Mikhail growled at her.
“May any god help me out of this elevator?” Taelon begged and then looked at Theseus. “What I would give to have a normal family like you do.”
Theseus looked over at him, and for the very first time since we got into the elevator, the tension in his shoulders relaxed. He didn’t say anything; he just chuckled, shook his head, and looked forward like he couldn’t believe he’d said something so foolish.
“You’ve never met the rest of the Thorbørns, have you?” Daiyu grinned, leaning over to look at her other brother. “Be grateful for us. Compared to them we are handpicked by angels for you, Taelon.”
“Ulrik Thorbørn is the worst of them.” Mikhail crossed his arms decisively.
