Firstly, the truth had exploded out of the box now. There was footage of Isaac healing Helendoing the rounds everywhere. Awesome. Nice to see people had the time to stop and film the attack on The Coral rather than run for their lives.
As a consequence, crowds were gathering outside the mansion, the witchcops having to erect barriers and perform crowd control, while the people demanded to know who The Moon and The Star were.
This was bad, on the verge of escalating quickly. Some dickheads were even calling for the arrest of the sacred witches, to shut this down before House Aurora failed the world again.
There’d be no coming back from this.
Secondly, there was the weird news about the hotel’s garden of Hecate Crystals. They were gone, nothing but a few fading shards scattered across the ground. Mum showed me a picture on her phone.
The shadow witches wouldn’t have done it. As much as they were pieces of shit with their own brand of magic, the world’s magic relied on the presence of the Hecate Crystals.
Things were getting mental.
“It appears these shadow witches are rebels,” Mum said.
“Really? Were there any shades involved?”
“No.”
An important question hit me. “What about Helen and Ben? Did they see who took Isaac?”
She shook her head. “They’ve both said theydidn’t see anything other than him being there one moment, then gone the next.”
“And the High Coven haven’t picked up on any abnormal spell usage to hide him?” I wondered, delving into my mind for any clues to help. “Like a spruced up cloaking spell?”
“No.”
“The guy in white,” the words suddenly tumbled from my mouth.
“Who?”
“A man showed up right before the attack,” I said. “Isaac knew him, but…crap.”
Mum’s brows pinched together. “Can you describe him?”
I did as best as I could.
“Thank you, son. I’ll report this immediately.”
Poor Isaac. He shouldn’t be out there alone. He should be safely tucked away inside the mansion with me. With all of us.
I have to find him…
“I feel so useless,” I muttered, hating myself for the surge of self-pity.
“You’re not useless,” Mum retorted, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.
What was I, then? Man, I’d failed and failed hard.
Stop this crap immediately!
I sighed. “Could you switch on the TV, please?”
There was one attached to the wall on an extending bracket. Mum obliged, the first thingpopping up on the screen was a live news report from the mansion gates.
“Would you like a cup of tea?” Mum asked.
“Please.”
