“Loud and clear,” Gideon snarled as he stepped out of the cage and into the middle of the room with Candy and Tim.
Shitty Ritchie tore around like a Tasmanian Devil on crack. The zamirs scurried into crevices and holes in the walls to avoid the crazed Immortal.
“Hemah,”I called out in my mind.“Help me. NOW.”
“As you wish,”it said.“Sniff her breath.”
I leaned down, gently pulled Alana Catherine’s bottom lip down and smelled her breath.“Lilies. It smells like lilies.”
“No, no, no,”Hemah hissed.“Are you sure?”
I sniffed again. Lilies.“Positive.”
“Do you have a dagger?”
I nodded and waited for further instruction.
“Do you?”It asked again.
I almost punched myself in the head. Hemah couldn’t see me. I had to talk for the love of everything stupid.“Yes. I have a dagger.”
“Are you willing to slit your throat?”
Welp, that was a question I wasn’t expecting. I didn’t hesitate with my answer.“Yes. How deep?”
“Fairly shallow, but deep enough for a good flow of blood,”It replied.“Don’t hit any arteries.”
“From your mouth,”I muttered. Grabbing the dagger, I put it on my throat.
“Umm… Daisy,” Jennifer said, freaked out. “You good?”
“Great,” I told her. “I have to slit my throat to cast the spell.
“All the way?” Jennifer asked, paling considerably.
“No,” I told her. “At least I hope not.”
I gulped as I pressed the sharp blade to my neck and then paused.“Hemah, just in case I’m unable to talk in the next few minutes, you wanna give me the next couple of steps?”
“Do you trust me, Daisy?”
“No.”
“You need to trust me,”It insisted.“Chamuel did not lie. Today, I will not betray you.”
“Fuck me,”I muttered. I looked at my dying daughter. If Hemah screwed me over, Gideon would destroy It. If Hemah wasn’t trying to screw me over, we could save my daughter. There wasn’t much of a choice here. I would do anything, including die, to save Alana Catherine.“Yes. I will trust you today. I can’t guarantee I’ll trust you tomorrow, but I’ll trust you today.”
“Excellent. Give me permission to take over your body.”
“Again, fuck me,”I ground out.“Why? And make it quick.”I scanned the room to see if Uranus had come back. Thankfully, the coast was still clear.
“Once you slit your throat, you will force the blood into Alana Catherine’s mouth. Jennifer can massage her neck so the liquid goes down. Then the ancient words need to be spoken. They have to be precise and in rhythm. If you let me take over your body, I can speak through your mouth. It’s the only way.”
“Did you know this the entire time?”I demanded, wanting to scream or beat the living hell out of the dead ghost.
“Yes.”
“And you decided not to share because…?”
