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“Nope.” Stephanie held up the demon trap Elias had given her. With everything that had gone on, Kit had clean forgotten about that.
“You had that the whole time?” Kit inquired.
“Yes, he was going down one way or another!” Stephanie announced.
“You’re a miracle.” Kit kissing her head again.
“The White Witch, she saved me.”
Kit felt grief wash over him.
The White Witch had sacrificed herself to save Stephanie and the villagers, just like he had three centuries ago.
“She’s dying. I can barely feel her. She’s a mere flicker,” Kit murmured.
Stephanie stiffened in his arms.
“What? No!” Stephanie cried, sitting up. “There must be something we can do.”
“I’m not strong enough to hold her to life,” Kit replied as his eyes filled with tears.
“I will not let her go. We have to do something, Kit!”
Kit sought The White Witch.
Her weak consciousness reached for him, reassuring him everything was okay with her. She regretted nothing. As Kit struggled to hold her faint life force, another presence swept into play.
Strong and proud, Wollscombe made herself known. She slapped Kit around his head as she settled, and her strength surpassed them all. Kit felt a fourth join them and knew Stephanie was with them. Wollscombe reached for The White Witch and gathered her into her embrace.
Kit was stunned as Wollscombe breathed life into the faint presence of The White Witch. Wollscombe pulled on Kit and Stephanie, binding them both to the fluttering force, and Kit sensed The White Witch respond. Gently and belying herstrength, Wollscombe fed her own power into The White Witch. Slowly, The White Witch grew stronger, Wollscombe coaxing her and sending little sparks of power into her until The White Witch glowed as brightly as ever.
Joy burst from The White Witch as she revelled in their presence. Her trills hit the high notes, not in shrieks but in musical notes so pure they could have made angels weep. Wollscombe slowly withdrew, her job done. The White Witch flew at her and embraced her, and they all heard Wollscombe chuckle before she slapped Kit one more time and disappeared.
Kit opened his eyes and met Stephanie’s tear-filled gaze. He knew that she’d felt everything he had and was awed by it.
“That was Wollscombe?” Stephanie whispered.
“Yes.”
“She’s a power to be reckoned with.”
“Oh, indeed,” Kit agreed.
“And she likes to slap you around the head!” Stephanie laughed.
“That’s her way of telling me to get over myself.” Kit gathered Stephanie in his arms. “I love you, dove.”
“I love you too. Why on earth do you think I went through all this?” Stephanie giggled, wiping tears from her eyes.
“I was going to set you free. Let you find a husband and have children and the white picket fence,” Kit admitted.
Stephanie snorted. “That isn’t what I desire. I want an inn with her own mind, a ghost who’s a hero, and our life. It’s not so bad, is it?” she asked.
“No. And now I’m not trapped. I can leave the inn. Be seen with you. But I can’t give you my name,” Kit said mournfully.
“There are ways around everything, Kit. For now, let’s just be happy we won.”
Kit decided that wiser words were never spoken. He held Stephanie close as The White Witch filled the inn with happiness and joy.
