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“Something like that won’t happen again.” He assured her.
She shrugged, turning her eyes back to the window. “How can you be sure? They aren’t exactly easy Beings to deal with. Hell, they could be listening to what we’re saying right now.”
“Don’t worry, if they were their ears would be ripped off by one of my little pets.” Castian cut in, he’d turned around in his seat to answer her. His brown eyes holding wicked amusement. “It would make them easy to find, they’d be walking around with one ear.”
“You sound way to excited about that,” Malcolm said, a grimace clear in his tone. From where he drove.
“Why can’t I?” Castian asked, sounding genuinely confused as to why he shouldn’t be excited at harming another. “Do you know how long it’s been since we genuinely went after an enemy? I miss the screams and smell of blood.”
Malcolm scoffed, “Are you really a warlock? You sound like one of Aleks kids.”
Hearing this, startled Sabina. A chill ran down her spine, a clear signal the man who’d been sitting in the third row back seat had moved. She felt something soft brush her cheeks, “My children are far more controlled than Castian will ever be.”
“I resent that.” Castian argued.
The three continued their banter, while Sabina kept shooting looks at Raijin who leaned against the window. His eyes firmly closed, shutting himself off from the others and her.
Biting her lips, she wished she could force him to speak or say something, anything.
Were they a thing? Were they not?
Frustrated, she focused on her window and ignored the banter firmly deciding to focus on her family, and the end result of meeting the priestess.
Whether she and Raijin, were meant to be anything more she’d let him decide.
* * *
“It’srare for me to meet a witch from the Shade.”
The priestess said, her eyes were closed permanently having been sewed together with white thread. Her habit wasn’t the traditional black and white, but only pure white. She wore a red cross, that hung down her front. Upon meeting Sabina, she’d pressed her hands together and performed a small bow.
Feeling awkward, Sabina did the same. “It’s a bit weird for me as well.” She said straightening, she gave a quick look around the room she’d been brought too.
There were two chairs seated across from each other, and a single candle burning in-between.
“I heard you’re supposed to read the time stamp on this thing,” she lifted her hand showing off the thorny tattoo that had brighten from black to a silvery color. Then when she remembered the priestess couldn’t see she lowered her arm, “sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” she brushed a finger along her sewn closed eyelids. “While I cannot see the physical world I am able to see the flow of magic.” She closed the space between them, and took Sabina’s hand in her own, “The magic that created this secret is far older than I thought it would be.” Her brow creased in thought, her fingers brushed along it. “Oddly, I can sense that it was a death secret far before Veil City came to existence.”
“How old are we talking?”
Sabina jumped; she’d completely forgot that the guys were still in the room.
“Can you find out?” Raijin demanded.
“Yes, but it will be difficult for Sabina the longer I roam with in her,” she said lowering Sabina’s hand to her side. Taking a step back she turned and walked toward the chairs. “She is still weakened from forcing a gate open.”
Surprised, Sabina wondered how she knew that.
“The longer I stay within her the more magic I would be pulling from her. It could completely drain her of magic.”
Raijin mulled this over, “The time stamp is more important. We need to know when the secret will be released, over how old it is.”
Taking a seat, the Priestess motioned to the other chair. “If you will.”
Walking over to it, Sabina took her seat. Immediately the air changed as a circle of white light burned its way around them. Her palms grew sweaty, as she looked at the priestess across from her.
“Please, look at the candles flame.” The nun directed calmly.
