“All the bullshit we once thought was... well... bullshit,” Murdock added.
“Yes, thank you,” Teagan gave him a disgruntled look. “He's right, though,” Teagan looked to us. “All of this occult stuff was never interesting to us because we thought it was just a bunch of people running around naked in the dark, chasing shadows and calling on old gods. We never believed that they could hold some true power.”
“And now?” I lifted a brow.
“Now we're concerned,” Teagan sighed. “If there are real witches, we have no idea what they're capable of. All of the stories could be true. In which case, we'd be royally screwed.”
“Alright, let's think about this rationally,” Tiernan offered. “Say they are super powerful. Say all of these spells and occult knowledge you uncovered is true. Power like that would be hard to hide, why haven't we seen any evidence of it?”
“Maybe we have,” Teagan offered. “Maybe we've seen lots of evidence but simply covered it up because we thought it was fairy magic.”
“Oh crap,” I whispered. “Just like this raven mockers thing. What if we've extinguished innocent fairies?”
“Let's not get ahead of ourselves,” Teagan gave my hand a pat. “We make every effort to investigate crimes before we issue a warrant. I was thinking more of crimes that have gone unsolved.”
“I see your point,” Tiernan frowned. “Still, they've made no move against the Human Council. Perhaps they simply want to be left alone?”
“Left alone to kill people?” I lifted a brow at him.
“There is that,” Tiernan grimaced.
“We will handle this,” I said to the councilmen. “No matter what it is, we'll handle it. If we have to, we can call the Wild Hunt in to assist us.”
“That's true,” Tiernan nodded. “If humans have inherited some kind of magical ability from the fey, that means the abilities would most likely be weaker than their source.”
“What do you mean?” Murdock narrowed his eyes on Tiernan.
“He means that no matter how powerful these witches are, the fey are more so,” Teagan smiled.
“And you've dealt with the fey for a very long time,” I added.
“So we can handle the witches,” Teagan nodded.
“Unless you're wrong,” Raza said from the doorway and we all turned startled eyes his way.
He strode in and took a seat beside me, sending me a sly smile. His eyes coasted over Tiernan's bite and his smiled widened. He chuckled, glancing at Tiernan and shaking his head.
“What do you mean?” I prompted.
“Princess Seren of Twilight,” he drew my name out with a sexy purr. “Think of your people. What happened when seelie mixed with unseelie? Or better yet,” he leaned towards me. “What happened when twilight mixed with extinguisher? Was the result less or more powerful than the originals?”
“Oh sweet firethorns,” I turned my magic's name into a curse.
“Exactly,” Raza waved his hands out to the sides. “It could be precisely as you've surmised and the witches are poor shadows of the fey. Or they could have compounded the magic into something greater than it was, twisted it into something new. Like a new race,” he waved his hand back to the door, where Raye stood. “Or a new power,” he waved his hand towards me. “Magic is so unpredictable.”
“Just like you,” I muttered under my breath. But Raza heard me and smiled.
“Exactly, Twilight Princess,” he confirmed. “Just like me.”
Chapter Nineteen
“So how do we find these witches?” Teagan asked.
It was hours later and the rest of the Council, as well as a couple of high ranking extinguishers and my Guard, had joined us in the library. Food had been brought in and then leftovers taken away, arguments had ensued and been settled, plan after plan had been proposed and shot down. We had no idea what we were going to do.
“The shaman,” I whispered.
“What was that, Ambassador?” Sullivan focused on me.
