"And you thought, hey, let's just give it a whirl and see what happens?" I ask, my tone sharp, with venom. "Did it not occur to you that maybe, just maybe, fucking with magic you don't understand could be a bad idea?"
Emily rolls her eyes. "Oh, don't give me that shit. We were trying to help you. And it worked, didn't it? You're here, aren't you?"
I let out a humorless laugh. "Yeah, I'm here. And so is Lucian, who just tried to turn me into a fucking Bloody Mary—Thanks for that, by the way."
Sable winces, her face a picture of guilt. "We didn't know that would happen, Dani. Lucian was gone, and we didn't think…"
I sigh, the anger draining from me as quickly as it came. I know they were trying to help, even if their methods were questionable at best. The fact that she got me out of Bloodbane's bullshit is a relief. "I know, Sable. I'm sorry. I'm just... I'm fucking exhausted, and this whole situation is just..."
"Fucked up?" Emily supplies helpfully.
"Yeah. Fucked up. Do you have any idea what that damn summons did to me? It felt like someone was trying to rip my insides out through my ass. Not exactly a pleasant experience, let me tell you."
Emily and Sable exchange a look of 'Oh shit.' Emily drops to her knees in front of me, her expression of guilt and apology. "I'm sorry, hun. We just thought..." She struggles for a moment, trying to find the right words. "Look, I'm new to this whole witchy shit, okay? We had no idea where you jetted off to. We were worried, and I-I don't know…I thought having you here could help with Lucian's issues—I'm tired of babysitting the vampire toddler."
I raise an eyebrow at her, clearly conveying how unimpressed I am with her explanation. "So, let me get this straight. You thought you'd just, what, summon me here like a friggin genie in a bottle, get me to fix Lucian's scrambled egg brain? Did it not occur to you that maybe, just maybe, I might have some objections to being yanked across dimensions like a goddamn yo-yo?"
Sable winces, "We didn't think it through—"
"Wait. What do you mean you're new to this witchy shit?" I snap, glaring pointedly at her. "Emily, you're no witch. Sable, yes. But you? Since when did you decide to enroll in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"
They both exchange a look, "That's the other thing we summoned you here for…"
"So, let me see if I understand this." I lean back, trying to make sense of the wild story Emily and Sable have dropped on me. "You guys rescued Lucian from Azrael and Paige, and in the middle of all this chaos, Emily suddenly turned into Supergirl—with fire powers and who knows what else?"
Emily grins, clearly enjoying her newfound abilities. "Yep, pretty much. Who knew that biting the dust would come with such kickass perks?"
I roll my eyes but can't hide my intrigue. "And how exactly did this magical transformation happen?"
Sable clears her throat, her voice steady. "I've been doing some digging and talked to my Grandma. She believes you somehow siphoned all the witch's magic into Emily."
The memory of that night rushes back like a tidal wave. Emily, dead on the grass, her body a charred mess, and the haunting screams of the witches I roasted still echoing in my head. "So you're telling me that when I brought Emily back from the dead, she absorbed the powers of those witches?"
Sable nods, sipping her coffee. "Precisely. Normally, when a witch dies, her power returns to the Earth, creating a balance. But when you resurrected Emily, their powers went into her instead of dispersing back to the Earth. It's kind of like a supernatural shortcut. At least, that's my theory."
I sit here, my mind reeling as I process this bombshell. "This is insane. I thought witches were just humans with the power of chanting."
Sable shakes her head, a patient smile on her face. "It's more than that," she clarifies. "Power runs through bloodlines. No one can create witches; it has to be through a direct descendant of one of the original witch lines."
I gulp my coffee, the sweet caffeine jumping through my veins. "So, Emily then is a descendant of some long-lost witch?" I ask, my brow furrowing as I attempt to piece together this puzzle.
Sable shrugs, her expression thoughtful. "That is still up for debate—her situation is different as you brought her back from death. We don't know what to make of it."
I lean back on the couch, my mind whirring with possibilities. "Okay, so Emily died. I brought her back to life, and now she has powers that rival Sabrina, the Teenage Witch. And we have no idea if she's related to any witches or if this is just some freaky side effect of resurrection?"
Sable nods, her eyes sparkling with excitement and uncertainty. "That's the gist of it. It's uncharted territory, Dani. We're in the realm of the unknown here."
I shake my head, my eyes wide. "This is some next-level shit."
Emily, who's been uncharacteristically quiet during this exchange, finally pipes up. "Tell me about it. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I can start fires with my mind. It's like I'm living in a damn X-Men movie."
I turn to her, a grin spreading across my face. "Hey, at least you got a cool origin story from it. Not everyone can say they died and came back with witchy superpowers."
Emily rolls her eyes, but I can see the hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah, well, I could have done without the whole 'dying' part. That shit was not fun."
I reach over and squeeze her hand, my heart clenching at the memory of her lifeless body. "I know, Em. I'm just glad you're here, powers or no powers."
She squeezes back, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Me too."
