“For us?”
“For anyone who drives onto this private property.” She began to roll up her sleeves and I wondered how I was able to see it but none of the others in the car could.
“Can I see it because I’m part fae?”
She nodded. “This is fae magic so it makes sense you can see it. Now step back unless you want a haircut.”
Whoa. Okay.
Taking five steps back, I only stopped when my butt hit the hood of the car. The other doors opened and Leah, Brayden and Castiel joined me.
“There’s a curse,” I told them in a whisper, unsure why I was whispering.
Morgana tipped her head down and a gust of wind rushed past, picking up the ends of her hair and tossing them around.
I steeled myself as she raised her arms, mumbling under her breath, and the leaves started to funnel with the breeze beside her.
Shooting a look to Leah, I was glad to see she appeared as surprised as I was. By the time my gaze flicked back to Morgana, some silvery fine threads had appeared in the air, laying out a network of patterns and shapes.
The curse?
“What is she doing?” Brayden asked.
“You don’t see that?” I glanced over at him. He looked perplexed, so I was taking that as a no.
Morgana suddenly thrust her hands out and a burst of purple magic flew at the silvery pattern. One by one the threads unwound, falling away until the curse had unraveled and become powerless. It fell to the floor and withered, dissolving completely.
Something clicked in my brain.Dissolve, don’t break. It was what Artemis had taught me this morning.
“Did you just dissolve that curse?” I asked her.
She raised one eyebrow at me and simply nodded.
That’s what I needed to learn to do by the time I went up against Lora, or maybe I just needed to convince Morgana to break the curse on the Fae Lord. Artemis seemed the type to have a plan working behind the scenes for everything. It seemed quite the coincidence that he’d just taught me about dissolving curses mere hours ago and now I witnessed one firsthand.
“Carry on,” Morgana said, and walked back to the car, leaving everyone else dumbfounded.
When we finally got our wits about us, we headed back into the car together and Brayden drove us the rest of the way up the road.
I found myself wondering what the curse would have done to us. Make us all feel sick? Kill us? Or make us forget why we were here and turn around?
“Who is this guy exactly?” I was now nervous as we were seeing someone who had some kind of curse on his property.
“He’s a potions master,” was all Brayden replied.
When the small farmhouse came into view, my thoughts shifted. If this guy could help us, I would finally know who I was and have all of my past life memories restored. It was a nerve-racking and equally exciting thing.
Brayden parked in the well-manicured driveway and we all stepped out. The house looked well loved. The bushes were nicely trimmed and there was a veggie patch off to the side that looked tended to as well.
“Sure this is it?” I asked Brayden.
Just then the front door flew open and a person just over three feet tall walked out holding a shotgun.
“The answer to whatever you want is no,” he growled. “Take one more step if you want to lose your head.”
We all froze, looking wide-eyed at each other as the man aimed the gun right at the Witch Mother. She hissed at him and I steeled myself.
“Son of Erwin Mulberry, put down that gun,” Brayden commanded in a deep, authoritative voice. “You bring shame on your father’s house!”
