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Savida was now lying in a large salt circle on the grass with a pentagram design also drawn with salt inside it. A casting circle for difficult and dangerous spells was used to contain and protect the outside from the experiment inside. I went cold.
I’d heard the words they’d been saying as I dragged my disabled body toward them, but I hadn’t taken them in. Now that I had seen the circle, I knew they were going to take his soul. His fire. For a mysterious witch project.
And I had led them straight to him. His eyes met mine again. I meowed and tried to move toward him.
“Why does the cat struggle to move? What have you done to Clawdia?”
His concern for me shamed me further. I wanted so badly to save him.
Please. Please, Win. You need to stop. You’ll hurt him. Kill him.
“I can’t stop now,” she whispered. “It’s too late.”
No. You can stop this. You can save him. I’ll forgive you. It will be okay, but only if you stop her. Please.
“I can’t.”
Mary interrupted our whispered argument. “Win, I need you to hold these spells while I get the box.”
“Okay,” she agreed easily.
Savida continued to shout, “What have you done to Clawdia? You would harm a being smaller than you? You are evil.”
I felt the sting of hurt in Winnie as his words shook her. “I—I haven’t hurt her. She’ll be okay. Please be quiet.”
He scoffed. “I should just await my death in calm silence? Is that what you would do?”
“Please. I don’t want to spell you, but I will,” she replied more firmly.
No, Winnie. Leave him alone.I hissed and moved toward her, but I walked into an invisible wall. I fell backward. Confused and slightly dazed, I looked at Winnie, whose hand was outstretched toward me, but her body and eyes remained focused on the alien in the circle.
Another lance of pain ran through me at yet another betrayal of the person who guided me in this new world and new body. I growled my anger and shouted at her.You’ve changed, Winnie! You used to be a good person. Now you’re as bad as Mary. You’re going to kill someone today. You’re a murderer.
“He’s not a someone. He’s a demon.”
You’re dehumanizing him because he doesn’t look human. But he enjoys shopping, and he has a male lover, and he is a positive person despite the horrible things that happened to him. Please. Please, Winnie. I don’t want you to be another horrible thing that happens to him.
“Who are you talking to? Is it your spirit? Is it telling you to let me free? You should listen to it, human.”
“I’m not just human. I’m a witch, and we have a power that others don’t. And I can’t free you. I need to be a part of this. It’s my way in. Please understand.”
“A witch? You have power? Like magic?” ever quizzical Savida asked.
Mary opened the door and walked back into the garden. “Okay, I have the box. Let’s get this done and get going before his friends really do come for him.”
“I’m sorry,” Winnie whispered, but I didn’t know which of us she was apologizing to when she cast a quick and almost unnoticeable spell. One of silence. On both myself and Savida.
Realizing he could no longer speak, he struggled against the net which held him captive. I did the same, desperately trying to find my way out of my invisible box. I was screaming at Winnie in my mind. But apparently, the spell had done more than silence my voice. It had silenced my mind and our bond.
Mary began chanting, and Savida struggled again. She approached the circle, and suddenly, it lit up, the lines of salt glowing red, highlighting the being inside. She put her hands out toward it, and the light around the edge of the circle became solid. The circle became a dome, and Mary placed her hands against it. She gasped, her muddy hair and clothes flew outward, and she grinned. She looked at Winnie with her excited eyes, and with a nod of her head, she indicated it was time for Winnie to join.
Winnie approached with far less eagerness than Mary had, but that did not forgive her for the actions she took.
“Can you feel it, Win? Can you feel the power of his fire? It’s amazing.”
She nodded and nervously licked her lips. “Let’s just get this over with.”
Power pulled from us, myself and Winnie, as she chanted. It wasn’t like other times where she had cast a spell or made a potion and pulled from our reserve. This time, it hurt. I felt complicit. I was helping to cause him pain, to kill him, and that made it even more painful. I whimpered silently and curled into myself, helpless to do anything but watch.
