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"Willa?" Onyx inquired, and I noticed Saint, Dimitris, and Viktor were looking my way in question.
"That's Psycho Willow's name," I revealed. "Neo named her."
They looked at Nico. He shrugged and smirked like a mad man –well, he was fucking crazy.
"Like it?" he offered. "Though I don't care what you think."
Dimitris rolled his eyes while Saint sighed. Onyx shook his head. "I'm just going to assume Willow was perfectly fine with the name."
"Indeed," Nico replied but was back to being serious. "After the incident, did Willow go to some type of therapy?"
I realized Neo was back from his higher pitch, and he took us by surprise with his question. Eventually, Onyx replied, "She did. Physical and mental therapy. I can't really go into details because I wasn't there, and to be honest, I'm not sure if Willow recalls much. I've noticed once she's dealt with her emotional pain with an incident, she tries to block it out with magic. It only raises its ugly head when triggered."
"Willow mentioned something during the torture sessions with Officer Ronald and his crew," Neo brought up. "After Willa was triggered. She said something about a torture center for a short period of time: flickering lights, metal tables, torture aesthetic. She said it was during the time Onyx was away."
I could tell it didn't sit well with Onyx from his expression, but he remained silent while Viktor spoke up. "That doesn't sound like Roberto's setting. He did his torturing in the dungeons and with very minimal to no light. There were therapy sessions Willow had to attend, but when she returned, she was always in a daze or completely zoned out."
"We can't confirm anything until we can get big facts," Dimitris muttered in annoyance.
"Let's say Willow is the candidate. How are we sure? I mean, if she is, it would make sense with why it feels like we're getting attacked from every corner, but what is making such a possibility known to the world aside from potential rumors?"
Neo seemed deep in thought. We watched him open his eyes to reveal those spinning red magic circles.
"Only the chosen royal participates in the show."
The silence that followed was truly deafening. I recalled Saint explaining to me that he hid under the desk because a royal assistant named Whitney arrived to get William's measurements stating the attire would take weeks to perfect.
They wouldn't spend that time on just anyone.
"The designer for the show is Ruby Phoenix," Saint announced.
"Willow's half-sister," Viktor whispered.
"Fuck," I whispered. "We literally just hit the jackpot on this."
"I still have a question," Saint whispered. "If Willow was chosen as a child as a potential candidate, and the High Court individual who is thinking of stepping down is involved in such choosing, isn't another cycle going to be triggered?"
"What do you mean?" Dimitris asked.
"I'm not really sure," he admitted. "Like this individual stepping down from the chair had to have had a reason to plan like what? Twenty-plus years to potentially step down? They have to be confident their position will be taken, right? So, what if this individual knew of Willow's potential at some point and maybe triggered the possibility of Willow taking their spot when the time was right?"
It was hard to follow him, but his words had to have stemmed from somewhere. "What are you basing this on?" I asked.
"I don't really know," he admitted. "Unlike Neo, Dark Lords don't get generational knowledge, but I do recall something I read as a child in the church. Something about a cycle. It went something like..." He trailed off as a knock drew our gazes to the door.
"Enter," Dimitris encouraged. The door opened, and Milo slipped through the slightly open space to close it again. He wore black joggers and a yellow t-shirt, and I noticed his hair was silky black and reached his shoulders.
He looked tired which meant he had to have just woken up. He was apparently preparing to deliver his daughter to the fae lands for protection since he was a risk to continue to be with.
For the last two weeks, he'd been resting and visiting her. We'd yet to get a glimpse of her, but maybe it was for the better. None of us were really "good" with kids.
"Sorry to intrude," Milo announced. "I didn't want to seem tardy."
We looked at Dimitris, who shook his head.
"It's fine. We're almost done with our conversation."
Saint looked at Dimitris."Is it okay to continue?"
