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With a snap of his fingers, I feel us move. We are no longer sitting on the ground in the dirt but lying on a bed—my bed, to be precise. When I realize where we are, I sit straight up. Maxilliam remains in his reclined position, watching me.
“Max—” I stop partway through saying his name.
“You can call me that from now on. Max. I like the way it sounds from your lips.”
I stand and start pacing back and forth. “Your power,” I say, shaking my head. “I’ve felt power like yours before. But not all at once.” I stare at him in disbelief. “What are you?”
He smirks. “Part Angel, part demon.”
“How…” I start, my mouth not even forming the words I want to speak. “That doesn’t make sense.”
“Neither do you, but here you stand.”
“Yes, here I stand,” I agree, pausing in my steps.
“Do you know what you are?” he asks, his eyes searching mine.
“I am a witch.”
“You are, but you are also more. Do you know what else?”
I look at him, baffled and frustrated. My hands grip my dress, not having thought I could be different from my sisters. How is that possible? We are all the same. We appear the same, were born the same day different years, yet the possibility—
“Would you like me to guess?” he interrupts my raging thoughts by pulling my attention back to him, where he is now sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Sure, but I know who my father and mother were. My sisters and I all look alike.
“That doesn’t mean one of you can’t have a different father.”
“My mother would have told me,” I say. But as the words leave my lips, I’m not so sure.
“Not necessarily.” He shakes his head. “How would you tell your child that they are the outcome of someone you didn’t want them to know existed?”
“Existed?” I ask, confusion raging through me.
“Yes. I believe you are part demon. But not just any demon. The King of Hell himself…” He pauses, but continues when I don’t react. “Only he had your power. I’ve not known nor heard of any other being having that kind of power.” I walk over and sit on the bed with him, my mind spinning from this revelation. “Have you asked a seer, perhaps?”
A laugh tickles my throat.
“No, the one seer I know hates me.”
“Give me your hand.” I hold it out to him, and before I know it, we are back at the border with the bright, flashing yellow light. All eyes turn to us, and Levy runs straight to Max, her hands going around his neck. She hugs him to her, and he stands there stiffly, not reciprocating any of the attention she is showing him.
I glance at the crowd and see Ron, with Adam still in his uniform, standing next to him, looking at me.
“Levy.” Max says her name, and she pulls away from him, wiping at her tears and staring at the ground. I feel bad for her, I do. He doesn’t want her the way she wants him, which must be heartbreaking. His eyes find mine, and I hold them for a moment before I look away.
“I was worried she hurt you.” Levy tries to touch him, but he holds out his hand to stop her.
“Maxilliam.” The shadows are back, calling him, but he pays them no attention.
“Did she hurt you?” Levy pushes.
“No, she did not.”
“But we saw she had you under a spell,” she says, not realizing that she should probably stop questioning her king.
Max looks at her dead in the eye. “She didnotspell me,” he says again. “But I believe she can open a portal to her world to get us all through.” Shock at his statement ripples through everyone, including me.
