“Thank you, thank you.”
She didn’t know who she was thanking, only that they had broken her from a stark hell.
Lanias collapsed to her knees, watching as the crying Witches below slowly started to stand. She felt a rage growing inside her and a need for power fill her. If she had power, she could have done this alone. She could save them, herself, and the baby in her arms.
Later, when she finally got the strength to go below and find her baby sister. She plotted then, to do anything she could to protect those there and any other Witches The Council failed.
A plate of food was placed before her. She looked up, tears covering her cheeks. “What happened to my mind that was filled with memories,” she tearfully asked.
Roni placed a fork, and spoon next to the plate. “That was me unlocking them.”
Looking down at the food, she released a short laugh. “You’re feeding me?”
He nodded offering her a gentle smile. “I couldn’t send you on a journey down memory lane, without at least feeding you. Could I?”
Lanias eyed him, “You know, if it wasn’t for the fact that I just went through an emotional midlife crisis. I’d probably throw this spoon at you.”
He laughed, “Well then, do so. But after you eat my Greek pasta.
“If Alek were here, he’d…” She turned around. “Oh shit, Alek.”
“Can you send me back?” she panicked, asking frantically. “I left a friend behind.”
“Να?, that’s easy.” He barely blinked before she found herself standing in Cain’s once more.
Only the atmosphere had changed drastically.
Where all the Beings had previously been cavorting in their own spaces and causing havoc.
Now, many of them appeared tossed here and there on the floor, several didn’t look to be breathing. The furniture had been destroyed, and there was no bartender to be seen.
Lanias wearily scanned the bar.
She covered her nose as she was sure she smelled a mixture of body fluids. Spinning in a full circle, she wasn’t prepared for the sight of a messy looking Alek sitting atop what looked to be a pile of Troll bodies. His legs crossed, hair loose and a great amount of something red on his clothes.
“Is that your Aleks?” Roni asked from behind her.
“Yes, and it looks like he’s been having fun while I was away.”
“Fun?” A dark voice cut int.
Alek who’d been drinking from what looked like a wine bottle. Finally seemed to notice them, she winced as she realized his silver pupils were surrounded by a harsh red color.
“Lanias?” He said her name softly.
“In the flesh,” she nervously answered.
Before she could say anything else, he was off his mound of corpses and standing before her, fangs out and Vampire aura on display.
“You disappeared,” he said without blinking.
She wanted to look away but he held her gaze. Her senses told her if she looked anywhere but at him, her poor Vampire would lose it. “Yeah, I didn’t know that a Greek beer would literally take me to Greece.”
“What—” Alex instinctively held her by her throat.
Lanias sharply raised her hand to stop Roni from reacting in any way.
“Don’t.” She instructed, keeping her eyes on Alek.
