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“Yes, happy now?” she said, stepping back away from us as she clearly did not like being surrounded by vampires.
“Thank you for telling us the truth. We already knew.” Atarah smiled at her before lifting the gray dress she’d finished knitting.
“What do you mean you already knew?” Adelaide asked.
“Father told us. The point of questioning you was to make sure you would tell us the truth,” Arsiein said in return.
“What, why wasn’t I told?” I frowned, not liking that I had been left out.
Atarah giggled. “I think Father isn’t pleased that he can no longer read your mind and is letting you know it.”
“By having mental conversations without me?” I didn’t know Sigbjørn was so petty.
Atarah shrugged.
“So, what happens now?” Adelaide questioned.
“You both get changed and go to the library to help Druella figure out how to undo this damn spell,” Arsiein ordered as he left the room, and Atarah once again held up the long gray knitted dress for her.
“It might be a little chilly for a mortal. Would you like me to make a cardigan?”
“Ugh…No…thank you. This is fine.” Adelaide seemed thrown off by the overwhelming kindness. Now, this was amusing, seeing how a vampire’s charm worked.
My eyes shifted to the bed where her cat now sat in the lap of my bound self, both watching me.
“Please hurry. I want to get this over with as quickly as possible.”
Before I go crazy.
* * *
“How many witches do you think they had to kill to get all of these?” Adelaide questioned in disgust as she looked over the collection of grimoires, my own not included as it was hiding—again.
“I’m not sure,” I replied, lifting one of the worn leather-bound books and checking over it carefully.
“Monsters,” Adelaide muttered under her breath as she gently touched one.
I glanced up at her and tilted my head to the side. “You’re in love with one of those monsters.”
“Jason is different,” she said quickly.
“I had another memory of you,” I said, lifting another one of the books. “Not just you, I think it was the whole circle.”
“What happened?”
“You all attacked me…wanting to do to me what I guess they did to you. Cleanse me. Punish me for loving a vampire. You said”—I paused, trying to remember.—“‘So, it is either you’re for us, Druella, or you’re for the monsters.’ Now, here you are in the home of one of those monsters, dressed and clothed by them, not being tortured by them.”
“Yeah, only being watched and held prisoner,” she said as she nodded to Arsiein and Atarah, who sat quietly, reading behind me.
“You would rather be tortured?” I asked, knowing she didn’t mean that. “Witches do bad things. Vampires do bad things. I don’t believe one group is worse than the other.”
“You all kill people to live,” she said to me.
“From what I’ve learned, you don’t need to kill anyone for blood. Some people volunteer,” I said to her.
She rolled her eyes. “Really? You think they all ask for permission or pay for their meals? Or they all drink from animals. They are killers. You are a killer—”
“Omeron witches have been killing vampires in America, correct?” I interrupted.
