“Now?” Lanias asked, her eyes taking in Sabina’s stomach.
“Of course, she means now you idiot.” Oye snapped clearly still pissed with the other Witch.
“We need to take her to the hospital.” Eliza said, the first one to break out of her mental stupor.
“We won’t make it in time,” Oye said, “We’re going have to use a transport spell.”
“Won’t a transport hurt the baby?” Lanias asked.
“No,” Eliza said, drawing their attention. “It should be fine as long as we do it now.”
Giving her a short nod Lanias grabbed Sabina’s arm. “Okay, I got you.”
“Raijin, I want Raijin.” Sabina moaned as she leaned into Lanias.
All three of them shared a look. Seeing their mental battle, Eliza spoke up first. “I’ll get Raijin, you two get her to the doctor.”
Lanias and Oye gave her looks filled with thanks and relief before they both disappeared out of sight.
Eliza looked around the destroyed room and sighed before she turned to go looking for someone that could get her in contact with Raijin. The larger man intimidated her, but she had to get a hold of him immediately. After all that guilt she’d felt had abated with the sight of Lanias,
Only the Madame could come back from the dead so easily.
LANIAS
A few hours later…
Lanias stared down at her nephew. He was shockingly normal; his hair was a mass of curls. If one didn’t make size comparisons to other human newborns, he appeared to be a big chunky human baby. The red spots on his arms were similar to freckles. The boy had obviously taken after his father weighing in at nearly nine pounds. The quick C-Section was the best route into the world. Lucky for his mother the process wasn’t nearly as painful as it would have been for a human female.
When they’d arrived, the Witch Doctors had roughly pushed her and Oye out of the way before they’d taken the screaming Sabina away. She had to have her hands yanked from Lanias’ hair before she went. With a sigh, Lanias pulled at her messy hair only to shake clean a nice clump of it.
She looked at the baby, who wriggled within his blanket. “Hope you’re happy little one, your arrival cost several pieces of my hair.” She chuckled, letting her hair drop to the floor. “Ooh, but you are very much worth every strand.” She hadn’t gone in yet to see her sister, allowing Raijin to have his time with her,
“Is this where you’ve been hiding?”
She didn’t bother to turn around. “Where else would I be, Oye?”
The reflection of her cousin frowned. “I don’t know. Hiding so I don’t kill you for what you put us through.”
She sighed. “Well if you’re determined to kill me then I can’t stop you. As long as we know who’s the better fighter betweenus.” She turned around to face her, then gently added, “I’m sorry, but if I had to I would do it again.”
“Why?” Oye asked, surprisingly cooler than Lanias expected. “What made you decide that pretending to be dead was the better option?”
Lanias looked at her cousin, really looked at her. Her arms had a slight tremor, to hide that she’d placed her hands in her pockets. Her eyes were steady, but she kept swallowing as if holding back words.
“I am not Sabina’s blood sister,” she confessed.
“What?”
“Sabina and I don’t share a single drop of blood,” Lanias reiterated.
“T-That’s not possible, I’ve known you since we were kids.” Oye breathlessly laughed. “We grew up together. Ms. Gina talked about you with mother all the time.”
“Well, the truth is that I was given to them by Uncle Warren. He paid Sabina’s mom to watch over me. He just wasn’t expecting her to then sell us when the opportunity arose. I always thought that we had different dads, but it was even a greater shock when I learned we weren’t related at all.” She dropped her gaze to her feet, “Anyway, after what happened I was found by some friends, and I decided it was a perfect chance to investigate my past. I didn’t want any danger to come to you three, so I thought it would be best to remain a ghost or dead.”
“Bullshit,” Oye spat her eyes bright with anger. “You took the easy way out.”
“Easy?” Lanias scoffed. “Nothing about my choice was easy. I just picked myself for the first time in a long time.”
