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Harcourt and Emile sent dark scowls at her.
“Can we forget zombie Emile?” Harcourt growled.
Henrietta looked unrepentant.
“That chick was disturbing!” she retorted.
“Chick?” St John queried, looking disturbed.
“It’s the modern language; I’m embracing it,” Henrietta said, poking her tongue out.
“Well, don’t!” St John exclaimed.
Mariah’s head bobbed back and forth as they argued, and she swapped glances with Maggie, who was amused.
“Oh, they’re always like this,” Maggie whispered as Lucian interrupted, and then they all began arguing.
“Wow,” Mariah muttered.
“Enough!” Tristian thundered, and they all shut up and looked at him. “Honestly, you’re a bunch of children sometimes. At the end of the day, one of us needs help, and we will provide it. Leave zombie Emile out of it. We also faced ghouls if you don’t remember; Jeremy and Daniel nearly lost their lives. So stop, all of you. This threat is deadly serious. Now tell me why you need the Rakehell Six? None of you has explained that, although you’ve elaborated perfectly on everything else!”
“Very true, Edith?” Prudence replied.
“When you returned, you brought a little magic with you. We require it. The Black Cat’s boundaries will fail tonight, and without us to keep Vemis back, he’ll escape, and evil will be unleashed upon the world. Vemis shall be uncontrollable because he has been imprisoned for three centuries. And with no God’s Scourge, nobody could stop him. We need thirteen to hold the circle. Thirteen is powerful to us and will double the strength of the spell we require,” Edith replied.
“But who are the thirteen?” Sabine asked.
Mariah liked Daniel’s wife. She was quiet but very clever.
“Us four witches, each of the Rakehell Six makes ten. Henrietta Courtney, you have an affinity for water magic. You’ll be number eleven. Jeremy DeLacy, you were healed by your ancestors; they left a trickle of magic in your body; you are twelve. Number thirteen should be Mariah, but she will break the circle if she has to. I’m sorry to say it’s you, my dear,” Edith said and turned to St John, who looked shocked beyond belief.
“Me?”
“Ha! Mr Doubting Thomas himself!” Nicholas crowed.
“What you experienced when tested, let a little of the angel’s magic bleed into you. While a witch’s power is no comparison to an angel’s. The bit you all carry, apart from Henrietta, who has natural witch magic, is strong enough to match ours. We can send our power to Lady Catherine, who’ll, in turn, be strengthened. She’ll hold the Black Cat, stopping all those inside from escaping,” Edith explained as St John sat there shellshocked.
“St John?” Henrietta asked.
“I’ll help; of course, I will. But I have magic in me?” St John looked down at himself as if he could see it.
“Just a tiny spark. But that teeny atom is all we require to make us different. The thirteen of us will be enough to shore up Lady Catherine while Lucian does what he needs to,” Edith replied.
“And what do I have to do?” Lucian demanded.
“Bring Benedict back from vampirism,” Prudence answered as if it was perfectly simple.
“Sure, not a huge issue then,” Lucian said, rolling his eyes. “Any suggestions on how?”
“You will know when it is time,” Rose-Marie added.
“Wonderful. What could go wrong?” Lucian complained as everyone exchanged a grim look.
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At eight o’clock, they gathered outside the Black Cat. Mariah could see flickers where Lady Catherine’s strength was failing. It was like little electric sparks coming from the walls.
“Wait for us to cast the spell before entering Lucian,” Rose-Marie spoke.
