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Chapter 37
Tansy
Iwasnearingthelast part of the complicated incantation when I felt my magic start to slip.
Fuck! I’d overextended my energy.
But I wasn’t alone. A hand landed on my shoulder. Seth. His magic flowed through me, adding just enough for me to finish the spell, locking Mother in the urn. It was done. I held the urn in my hands. Mother would never bother me again.
“You did it, little witch,” Eamon said approvingly.
Yeah, I did. And I was exhausted. I fell back against Eamon and he caught me in his arms. Someone else reached out and took the urn from me before I dropped it.
Seth must have known I was too low on magic after dealing with Nastafar but had wanted me to finish my quest. He’d known I wouldn’t have been happy if he’d done it for me, and so had let me try, standing by if I needed his help.
“If you need a hand replenishing the witch, I’ll help,” Prax offered.
Eamon growled and lunged at him. “Touch her and I’ll shove you into an urn sideways.”
“He doesn’t share well,” I said.
“I don’t share, ever,” Eamon grumbled.
“Ready to go see the dragon, sis?” Seth asked. “We better get this done before Officer Cooley comes at me for stealing her cruiser.”
“You stole a cop car?”
He shrugged. “Eamon did the driving.”
“You stole a cop car?” I repeated, this time glaring at Eamon.
He shrugged. “She didn’t see me. Seth was the last one she saw in her vehicle.”
“You’re going to throw me under the bus?” Seth pretended affront.
“Yes.” The word was said without hesitation.
“I’ll go give Cooley back her car before she reports it. I’ll tell her I was under a spell or something. I’ll meet you at Desmon’s.” Seth turned to leave, then turned back. “We should all get going. This place is going to go up in smoke soon.” He pointed his finger at a candle and lit it on fire, then toppled it over.
Holy shit. Theft and arson in one day. But then, who was I to judge? I’d been the one to smash Nastafar over the head. But then again, according to the records, he was already dead. I technically couldn’t kill someone twice, could I?
Seth handed me back the urn before opening us a portal straight to Desmon’s. Then, he and Liam got in the cruiser and drove way. I pulled Eamon in for a kiss, rebuilding a bit of my energy before stepping through the shimmering surface.
I stepped out into a bedroom, Eamon behind me. A woman sat reading a book in the corner. She looked up, as if expecting someone, then gasped. She stood, holding her book in front of her like a weapon.
“You’re not my son!”
Her son? Seth had opened up the portal. He’d opened a portal to his mother’s room, which meant—I covered my mouth with one hand and reached out to hold onto Eamon with the other.
The woman was blonde, or had been in her youth; gray now lined her temples. Her eyes were gray, the same gray as mine. She did look a lot like me; or rather, I looked like her.
“Are you Elana?” I asked, just in case.
“Yes. And who are you? And why are you in my room?” She squinted at me, and recognition sparked briefly in her eyes. She shook her head. “No. Just the imagination of an old woman.”
Seth! He did this on purpose. He’d thrown me in here without any preparation. When I got my hands on him I’d—
“Seth called you sis back there,” Prax said. “But you’ve never met his mother?”
