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She bit her bottom lip and seemed to think about the situation. “Oh, I would never be allowed to sign a contract. It will be a breach of trust if I make it out of here. I will have to hide for the rest of my long life. But Lord Sloane doesn’t even like how the house functions. Come on, Ms. Carey. Do you honestly care what happens to me if I get found out? As long as you’re back to your precious master, who cares? Think about how proud he will be. You will have brought back his…son. The boy is Myrddin Emrys’s blooded son?”
Damn Kelsey for putting this thing on my neck and leaving me open to every mind reader on the Hell plane. And there were a lot of them. “Yes. At least that’s what Kelsey and the royals believe. And yes, he will be pleased with me when I save his life and take Dean Emrys to his one true father. He can take his place at his father’s side.”
How long would they “educate” Dean?
“Don’t you want that chance? You don’t have it without me. I really can get that collar off you. Now that I’ve seen it and have a record of it, I’ll make one just like it so they won’t fear you.” She reached up and touched it.
I fought off a shiver because where she brushed against my skin, I felt a brutal cold. “How long will it take? If I can get out of here before Lucifer’s dinner party thing, I would like to. My master will be far better at obtaining the resources we need than this ragtag team.”
I did believe that. The likelihood of us getting that feather and getting away without at least a couple of us being eviscerated was low. The more likely possibility was that Lucifer realized we were stealing a freaking piece of him and we all died. Whereas Myrddin was respected by the Morningstar. He could likely ask the Dark Lord, and his son would be saved.
Or he would save Dean himself. It would be better to not owe anyone. If Lucifer made some deal with Gray to heal Dean, then he likely wouldn’t help get Dean back to his father. Gray would make sure they kept control of Dean. Of course, to do that he would have to give up a piece of himself.
When I thought about it, escaping was actually good for everyone. If I got out of here with Dean, no one needed to steal anything from the Lord of Hell. Gray wouldn’t have to negotiate at all. I was keeping them all safe.
The witch is trying to trick you. This can’t be so easy.
That voice in my head was annoying.
And weird, when it shouldn’t be. “I’ll do as you ask if you answer a few questions for me.”
Her eyes flared, and there was no way to miss the triumph there. “Ask. I see all things here.”
“Can someone suppress the memories of a powerful witch?” I needed to speak with someone who would tell me the truth. Casey and Kelsey would do anything to trick me into coming back to them. This witch shouldn’t care.
“A powerful witch? Well, she would be smart enough to protect herself,” the house mused. “But there are ways.”
“What if a witch allows her master to use her body in the case of him needing an emissary in a far-off land?”
A brow rose over her ageless eyes. “You allowed him to speak through you.”
“Yes, but I remember what happened.”
“Do you?” she asked. “Because when you willingly allow another soul in, they can suppress you. Unless you fought him.”
He’d said I was the easiest of his emissaries. At the time I thought it was a compliment. What if it was nothing more than his opinion of how strong I was? Or rather weak. “I wouldn’t fight my master, but he’s always allowed me to be there with him.”
“Did he? Or did he plant a memory to replace a problematic one? Well, why would he do that? He doesn’t need to,” the house said, her gown flowing around her as she stood before her lectern and opened the grimoire. “It’s best not to think about such things, Olivia. Go back to where you’re happiest. Once you save the master’s child, you’ll be so far above the other witches that the past won’t matter. There’s freedom in letting go of the past and embracing the future. You were happier in the Coven House.”
I didn’t have to make decisions in the Coven House. I simply did. I simply obeyed.
How the fuck was that freedom?
But I wasn’t about to argue with the creature who could buy me actual freedom. “So you need a day or two?”
She didn’t look up from her grimoire. A green glow came from the pages. “Yes. Only that. Are you going to the party of Lucifer’s?”
I had no idea. “I was hoping we could get this done before the ball.”
Her head shook like she hadn’t heard a word I’d said before. “No. I need the party as a cover for the spell I’ll have to work. Our staff will be distracted getting everyone ready and gossiping, and then they will likely throw their own get together since it’s tradition. Lord Sloane won’t be here. He might be able to feel that something is off since we’re attuned. And that idiot Tix will certainly be at the party ensuring nothing goes wrong for his royals. It’s the perfect time for me to slip inside a vessel, and you’ll be able to walk out the next morning.”
I just had to ensure no one got eviscerated. “In the meantime, you said you knew what I was looking for. If I can further this research thing we’re doing, they’ll trust me more.”
And I might figure out who was trying to kill my…who was trying to kill Lady Sloane.
Dumbass. Kelsey. Good guy. Bad guy. She’s still fucking Kelsey, the kid who clung to you when you were in school. The one who helped you figure out why things went weird around you.
My friend. My enemy. It didn’t matter. She was always one of the most important people in my universe.
