“No you can’t!”
“You’re right. I’m not a shifter, thank God. Can you imagine what you had to be doing to them last night? How wet were you? I bet you were soaked.”
“Lizzy!” I yell, slapping her arm.
“What? I know you were.” She smirks. A moment later, her phone rings and she looks at the caller ID and pulls her face. “This can’t be good.”
“Who is it?”
She holds her finger up and answers the phone. “Elder Angorica. How are you?” she asks with a smile. “Yes, I know I left my group last-” She stops talking, and the smile drops from her face. “Right now?” She shakes her head, as her lips hardened into a flat line. “No. I haven’t seen her.” Her eyes close.
She’s talking about me. Rather, they’re asking questions about me and she’s having to lie to her coven. For me. This isn’t good.
“A what? No. I don’t think that’s the case.”
She starts pacing around the room. Not a good sign. She’s quiet for almost two minutes as the voice continues to talk on the other end. I can hear them, but can’t make out what they’re saying. I just know they’re talking very fast and don’t seem to be thrilled.
“Ok,” she sighs. “Have them pick me up on the corner of Folly’s Bridge and third.” She cuts her eyes at me. “I know. I was out last night and just stayed with a friend. No, not Everlee. I don’t know where she is.” She rolls her eyes.
I can tell she hates having to lie to her coven, but something’s going on. Why is she having to go in? And if she reached out to the Elders, and this Elder is calling her, then who did she reach out to?
She hangs up the phone a moment later and hauls it above her head, ready to chuck it against the wall.
“Woah. Don’t do that!” I run in front of her and grab her arm.
“Ev,” her tone is soft and there’s a pain in her voice.
“What’s going on?”
“This is getting away from us too quickly.”
“What is?”
“The coven suspects you are a true fae. They’re calling an emergency meeting to address the possibility.”
“And what if I am?”
“Well, it didn’t work out for all the other ones that were killed.”
I laugh out loud, then stop. “Sorry. But come on. Do you really think they’d kill me?”
“I don’t know. If I had to guess, they would lock you away and do all sorts of tests on you. Study you like a lab rat. Try to drain your power. Weaponize it.”
“Sounds very dark fae, plus, I don’t have any power.”
“That you know of. Last night, you weren’t even trying when you created that light ball and it was a hundred times brighter than mine. Imagine what other powers you have and how powerful you could be if you trained.”
“I think you’re getting ahead of yourself.”
“And I don’t think you’re taking this seriously enough. They’re looking for you. The covens and I’m sure others, too. For all I know, everyone is looking for you. Each with their own agenda, which I’d bet money on, won’t be good for you.”
“So you have to go?”
“I don’t want to, but yes. I have to help in the search for you.” She rolls her eyes. “Which makes it even more important that you don’t leave this place.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Damn it, Ev! For once in your life, just listen to me. Let me figure this out. Let me protect you.” A tear wobbles on the bottom rim of her eye.
