“What?” I could feel my heart sink, my breath caught in my throat as I imagined all kinds of different scenarios in my head. I knew that when Esme was determined to follow something through, she could do it no matter what it took.
“Please wish for my brother back!” She cries out, falling to her knees. “I never got the chance to get to know him because of his father. And then my magic failed me for the first time in my lifeas he died in your arms.” She says with tears running down her pale face.
I was so close to seeing my sister’s face again, only for this witch to tell me that it had all been a lie. All along, her death wasn't real? My body goes into chock, stumbling backwards and almost falling to the ground, the water in my hands spilling all around me.
“It can’t be.” I speak, my palms pressing against each side of my head as I can feel myself going insane.
“It’s the truth. And I’m so, so sorry.” She cries again.
“But you can make your own wish!”
“I can’t, I’m a witch, witches don’t get to make a wish in the wishingwell. We are a part of it. When born, all of us get a sip of its magic in our veins, we are connected.” She explains in a rush.
“I need my sister back.”
“She will show herself once she’s ready. She promised that when she has the courage to show up after all this, she will.”
“What if you’re lying?”
“Please!” She almost screams, and I could see how her heart sunk in that moment. A moment I recognized.
The images of me finding my sister flashes before my eyes, and for the first time, I see myself in this woman.
Who am I to steal a life that was only lost to protect me?
It’s not a choice anymore, the only right thing would be to trust her and wish for Ector to come back, and this time with his wings.
I had to do it.
Pressing down the fear that Darcelle might be lying, I cling to what’s the right thing to do. Cupping the magical blue water into my hands, I let myself visualize the memories I made with Ector. The way we smiled together, laughed together, saved each other. I imagined all of it, the only difference being that I added blue magical wings to his scarred back.
Light blue wings that matched his icy blue eyes, his deep eyes that could lure you in and make you forget about your own senses. I saw his charming smirk and rosy lips, the way his hands would run through his hair.
“Please, bring him back. Thank you.” I said and lowered my head to my cupped hand and let the water down my throat. But it would be a lie if I hadn't hesitated for a split second.
For just a moment, I felt confused as nothing seemed to happen. But just as I was about to question if I had done anything wrong, a bright turquoise light erupted from the well and stretched itself all the way to the sky above us.
I looked over at the girl with long dark hair, pale skin and red lips. And all I could see in her eyes was hope, hope for a second chance to know the sibling she was forbidden to see.
Slowly, a manly figure appeared in the strong light, his body slowly lowering itself to us.
It was impossible to ignore the tears that were now begging to be let out from my eyes, and the hot tingle that had now appeared around my heart. Was he truly coming back?
Letting out a deep sob as his body settled on the ground, I ran forward and captured him in my arms. “Ector!” I cry out, my body rocking back and forth.
“Ector, please.” My shallow voice spoke again, my tears falling onto his torso.
And before I got the chance to blink a second time, his eyes had flown open, his hand reaching for my cheek. “Sweetheart?” He whispered, his thumb gently swiping underneath my eye.
“Oh, Ector!” I let my body collapse onto his, and immediately he held me into a warm hug, holding me tighter than he ever had. If this was a dream, I never wanted to wake up, I wanted to stay in this exact moment for an eternity and never leave his side.
Chapter 40
Genevieve
Standing up, he took me into his arms once again, not wanting to let go of me. And all I could do was to take deep breaths as his masculine cologne lingered around us. A tone of wood and spice.
“I can’t believe you’re here.” I cry, my head pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
