“Hecate, spare me,” Luna cursed before glancing at me as if remembering thatIwas Hecate and she had just used my name to curse.
My lip twitched.
That was kind of hilarious.
Not the time, though.
Our friend was in trouble, and I didn’t know what to do about it.
“Why don’t you come in and practice with us?” I offered. “Luna and I just made a protection spell jar. I would love to make one for you, too.”
Because you fucking need one, baby girl.
I didn’t say that last part out loud, but it was clear that she did.
Willow looked horrified.
“Witchcraft is the work of the Devil!” she gasped, stepping away from me and making the sign of the cross. Her chakras flickered in agony before my third eye, and it twitched.
“Stop it…” I couldn’t prevent myself from reaching out in an attempt to stop her hand from completing the motion. “You’re hurting yourself.”
It wasn’t that the sign of the cross was inherently a bad thing. For naturally practicing Christians and Catholics, it was their own form of spellwork and a manifestation of protection. It didn’t really matter what religion you belonged to, symbols like that all worked the same.
But what was happening to Willow wasn’tnatural.Something had been done to her, and she was unintentionally strengthening the thing that was poisoning her by using the symbol of the creature that had cursed her.
Willow ripped away from me in horror, brandishing her little Bible at me like it would protect her.
Which was ridiculous. I would never hurt her. She didn’t need protection frommebut from Raziel.
“It was a mistake to come here,” she whispered. “I had hoped to convince you to come with me so I could teach you the word of God. But you’re too far gone. You’resinners.”
She spat the word out, like even saying it would curse her to an eternity in Hell.
“Willow—” I said softly, but it was no use. She shook her head more urgently, her once glossy curls floating around her head in a dull cloud.
“No. You need to repent and ask God for forgiveness. Until you have cleansed yourselves of this sinful lifestyle, we can no longer be friends.”
Similar to Luna, there was a thread that connected me to Willow. Our friendship chain that bound us together as sisters. At her words, the thread weakened and groaned, a fine rust coating something that should have been strong and bright.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered before turning on her heel and scurrying away.
I glanced back at Luna, who looked just as miserable as I felt.
“We have to do something, and fast,” Luna said, her tone firm but full of sorrow.
I pursed my lips and nodded.
“We will,” I promised.
No one fucked with my sister like that and lived.
“We’ll fix this. We need to figure out how to take out an angel and god first. Should be easy enough, right?” I asked wryly, and Luna chuckled softly.
“Nothing we can’t handle.” She winked, and we both laughed softly.
I closed the door and approached Luna, threading my fingers through hers and giving her a gentle squeeze.
“Together.” I grinned at her, and she gave me acomforting squeeze back.
