“This information supports my hunch that the witches are selling their services,” Mystia mused.
“Right!” exclaimed Carson. “And whoever has hired them, has a connection with Fionn.”
“But all this may simply be a coincidence,” Remy said. “Okay, let’s suppose itistied to Fionn…his father is dead…he’s an only child…his mother is gone…what about Eideard?”
“He’s dead,” replied Carson.
“O-o-okay,” said Remy, relieved that he’d never have to see him again. “What about any other relatives? Any of them stand to gain if something happens to Fionn?”
“Maybe on his mother’s side?” asked Mystia.
“Possible…his mother’s siblings were seeking custody,” Carson said.
“Do you know who they are?” asked Remy.
“No, but Fionn does,” Carson said.
“And he won’t be back until tonight, right?” asked Remy.
“Maybe sooner. Hunter said it depends on how fast his body rids itself of the alcohol.”
“Hmmm.” Not willing to wait, Remy said, “Mystia, I can use a light sphere to locate the witches responsible for the use of the black magic and bring them here for questioning. Do you see any problem with me doing that?”
“No, as Ruler of the Mystic Realm, you have absolute power over all magic users. No one can refuse you,” answered Mystia.
Nodding, Remy asked, “Carsy, how about you…any problems with it?”
“Yeah, I think the witches should be restrained, similar to what Mystia did with the guard, but of course, allowed to speak,” Carson said.
“They will be,” assured Remy, sitting down at his desk. “Ready?” After hearing affirmative answers from Carson and Mystia, he shut his eyes, placing his hands flat on the desk, quickly finding the tiny spark in his mind that he needed for him to begin. Willing the sphere into his hands, Remy rolled it, watching it grow bigger and bigger until it was the size of a bowling ball. Then, removing his hands, he waited until it stopped spinning before submerging his face into it.
Ignoring the sparks of light against his skin, Remy concentrated on the witches, looking for their life force trails and then following them until he reached his quarry. Withdrawing his face, Remy flicked his fingers, making the light sphere surround the two witches, immobilizing them.
Carson gazed at the light sphere hovering off the floor in Remy’s office, the suspects firmly held inside. Once he was satisfied they couldn’t escape, he turned to Remy and asked, “Is there a way to make them tell the truth?”
“Magic users,” said Mystia, “are unable to lie to the Keeper of All Magic.”
Rising, Remy walked around his desk until he was standing in front of the light sphere. His eyes flicked over the two witches who’d stopped struggling, instead, adopting a defiant attitude. “I am the Keeper of All Magic, Ruler of the Mystic Realm. Tell me your names.” When neither answered, Remy waited, watching the witches squirm as their fear began to grow. “Answer me!” he commanded.
“I’m Adonia.”
“Silvaria.”
“Are you responsible for the acts of sabotage at Chateau des Flammes?” Remy asked.
“Yes,” replied Adonia.
“Why did you do it?”
Adonia looked at Silvaria, then back at Remy. “We don’t know.”
“Why not?” asked Remy.
Shrugging, Silvaria replied, “Because we weren’t told.”
“Told by whom?” asked Remy.
“The dragon who hired us,” answered Adonia.
