I got back to my floor with my mood improved by a hundred percent. Samil's behavior brought me hope that perhaps, he wasn't as cold and indifferent towards me as he wanted me to believe he was.
I was swaying on my feet, not even magical spells could replace this kind of sleep deficiency, yet before I headed home I wanted to have a little chat with Chris. I knocked on his door, being more certain now that he might already be inside.
“Yes?” he called, “Come on in, whoever you are!”
I opened the door with a smile, “It's me. Good morning, Chris.”
“Kass? Aren't you supposed to go home?” Chris got up from his chair and rushed my way looking me up and down, examining my condition.
“You are the second person chasing me home today…” I sighed, turning all around for him to prove I was more or less fine.
“Really? Did Samil tell you he was concern…”
“No,&r
We sat in the kitchen laughing and crying tears of joy for I couldn't tell how long. I soon found out that the marvelous scent I felt from the minute a came close to the house was the apple pie Grandma was baking. She actually walked into the kitchen as soon as Kira and she entered home. She wanted to surprise me with something sweet and delicious, I genuinely loved her adorable ideas… I waited for some mysterious solution they supposed to find while traveling around the world, yet I didn't want to rush them. I enjoyed every second of spending time with both of them. Their presence was the best remedy for my troubled and aching heart. “Luckily, you remembered to fill the fridge with food. Otherwise, we would have starved to death, we completely ran out of money by the time we came home,” Grandma burst out laughing. “You should have said something! I would have sent you money!” I called agitated and worried that she and Kira could suffer from any discomfort wh
By the time I finished reciting Immara's thoughts, I opened my eyes and found myself in my own bedroom. My mind was still filled with everything that Immara found about the demon's seal… “I need to write it down until I remember her notes!” I shouted frantically looking for a pen and a piece of paper. I started writing down each word I saw in glimpses of Immara's memories. I wrote 10 pages of detailed instructions before I realized I was writing in Hebrew… “Why Hebrew?” I wondered observing my notes. Fortunately, it was yet another language I could easily understand. Perhaps, Immara chose to write her diary like that deliberately, so not one of the servants, nor her enemies could read and understand what she was writing about. “God… how long did she had to stare at the Duke's naked chest…?!” I chuckled appreciating how precise were her insights on what were the words spinning inside the seal. I started to get jealous of her relationshi
I nearly had a heart attack during the first private meeting with my new assistant. Then I abruptly made a resolution that I should do everything in my power NOT to end up alone with him EVER… if possible.Certainly, I could already imagine benefits of having him on my team. I wouldn't have to use magic to persuade any woman to appear in our program. All I would need to do was to send Jason there. I could guess that he was able to sweettalk most of the women living on our planet, whether young or old. After all, body language is a universal language, and I had to admit that this body of his, was certainly something he could use as his advantage…I might have sounded like a horny woman led by hormones, but I was lonely for quite some time, and the helpless affection for Samil didn't help building my self-esteem either. I was certain that my acquaintance with Jason wouldn't go anywhere, nonetheless, his presence was helping me partially forget about my worr
The Chairman gazed at me suspiciously. He stood like that without saying a single word, observing me, as he was examining my body language in search for any markers of a lie. “How do you know that Samil is Jadiel Borda's incarnation?” he questioned. “I don't have any clear way to prove it… In my visions… they looked the same, just as I resembled Immara, like I was her copy… That is why I think that way…” “How is my Grandson destined to love a witch?!” he fumed harshly. A sudden hatred surfaced in Chairman's words. It was the first time that I saw exactly where was his line of tolerance. I suppose that he, as a Borda, learnt to hate all witches. Later, as a knowledgeable man, he learnt to ignore them, or tolerate that if there were useful. Now, I crossed the line in his eyes claiming that someone of his own blood shared a destiny with a witch. His words hurt, his words sounded unfair, his words made me smile bitterly. How foolishly I thought th
I trembled looking into Samil's eyes. He must have been surprised seeing me there. I had no idea what explanation should I give him. I guessed telling him the whole truth right now, wouldn't be the best solution… It actually could be the worst thing I could say. I had to figure out something quickly…“A-and you… Sir? What are you doing here?” I idiotically tried to change the subject.“This is part of my home. Think… do I need to explain myself whether I go to the archives of MY family to you?” he sneered.I took a deep breath frantically searching for the right way out of this situation inside my mind.“The Chairman allowed me to search for information about my ancestors,” I popped out.Samil's expression only became colder. I flinched under his intense gaze.“Is Jadiel Borda one of your ancestors?” he pointed at the diary I left on the table, “I wasn't aware
“Grandma, I'm home!” I called walking into the house.“Finally! We were waiting for you, the dinner is ready,” she stated and quickly walked back to the kitchen to put food on the plates.I ran to wash my hands and soon joined Kira and her at the kitchen table. Grandma made my favorite spinach casserole, it was great to taste something that she made after such long time. The food melted in my mouth.“Doesn't it taste good?” Grandma asked suddenly.“I love it. Why do you ask?” I answered confused.“You grimaced like there was something wrong with it…” she clearly noticed my mind was somewhere else.“Old Amara is right,” Kira cut in, “We were so talkative yesterday, we forgot to ask how have you been, while we were gone. Is there something bothering else you?”I guessed they were both worried, especially since the solution to break the kissing spe
Mahala's answered with silence. I could see she cringed like she was remembering being witness of dark, horrifying events. “So, you are saying that the witch who lives inside the theatre is imprisoned there for abusing magic… or more accurately… for killing people?!” I needed to hear a straight answer. “She has been here for centuries! The entrance is protected by very powerful spell, so that only a witch as powerful as the evil one could ever walk inside,” she explained. “Centuries?!” I called suspiciously, “But the theatre building is less than a hundred years old!” “She used to be locked in the crypt, which is now underneath the theatre building. When the treater was built she somehow broke the protective spell around it and almost broke free. Then eldest decided to create another barrier, around the whole theatre this time,” she claimed. “I see… so she used to have a tiny prison. She got loose, and you considerably granted her a bigger one
I came back home continuously processing Sister's words, Mahala's appearing and everything that led to Sister's imprisonment. Perhaps, there must have been something seriously wrong with me because I couldn't treat Sister simply as an evil witch. Her vengeance was completely out of proportion, yet she wasn't the one who began the bloodshed. On the other hand, there was Mahala and the group of witches that supposed to dispense justice… but justice for whom?In Mahala's words those witches supposed to be honorable and upright, but were they really? If they only decided to act after Sister attacked the nobles, it would have meant that they merely did something to protect themselves instead of doing what was right. Furthermore, wouldn't it more accurate for the witches to try saving the one witch that was brought to the court? Since they didn't act then, I would rather assume that Sister told the truth about their collaboration with the nobles. Maybe, it was some kind of p
Samil had never left my side on our way home, whether it was while we were on the ship or flying in the Bordas private jet. He kept asking me if I was ok. He did it so often that I started to find his concern over my health annoying. He wasn't the one that had been bothersome during our trip. Chris, Elijah and all the other men from Samil's army were coming one by one to apologize for trying to burn me at the stake. Although, I kept repeating that it wasn't their fault since they were controlled by magic, but recalling everything they had done while being compelled wasn't exactly helpful in recovery from their moral hangover… Despite the fact that I knew that it was all over and that I and everyone was safe, those horrifying moments were coming back each time I closed my eyes. Once I tried to get some sleep, I woke up screaming, but then Samil would hold me in his arms and tell me that there was nothing that could ever threaten us anymore. The warmth of his body was soothing
Suddenly, I heard nothing but crackling fire from the light of the torch. I hesitantly opened my eyes. Samil threw his torch at the bottom of the pile, yet it barely touched the wooden branches. The pile didn't start to burn. All it caused was a bit of smoke that was coming from one side of the pile. My heart was pounding frantically while my tears kept falling down my cheeks."Samil…" I mumbled, looking into his eyes.He raised his head and gazed at me. His expression was slightly different from before. It wasn't as blank as if his consciousness started to resurface again…"I love you…" I called softly, praying that it would be different this time, that my calling would finally reach him.He stared at me in silence, then slowly turned his head to look around. At that moment, he stopped resembling a mere puppet. It was like one of his strings had been cut. I could see him clenching his teeth. I gasped, desperately hoping that his reac
Ezzura had cast a spell that filled the entire island, including the irresilient to her magic Samil. She compelled everyone. Now, they were all her own army that obeyed her unconditionally…I guessed, she clearly wanted to torture my heart before she would burn my body, doing everything she could to break me. She picked a beach as a place where I should be burned at the stake, and she told Samil to take me there. I didn't have any strength left to resist. He tossed me over one shoulder like a bag of sand, and then he carried me out of the witches' castle. I tried calling his name, but he didn't react at all, as if he had become an empty shell that once had been someone who loved me…"I have to admit that your magic is extraordinary," Ezzura chuckled while walking to the beach. "Can you see how easily I had changed everyone into my puppets? Your magic in this life is even stronger than the one you had as Immara."She kept glancing cheerfully, admiri
For a few seconds, I was unable to open my eyes. I heard a continuous, high-pitched sound in my ears. It covered all the other sounds I could hear, and disturbed my focus. Finally, I forced my eyelids to open. My vision was slowly coming back… I was lying on the floor in the middle of the witches' courtroom, trying to comprehend what had just happened. I nervously lifted my upped body to sit and look around. When I did, I gulped. All the witches from the group of the eldest were dead. Their bodies were lying motionless on the ground. Some were covered in blood, some looked like they were electrocuted. It was a massacre, and I was sitting in the middle of it… Suddenly, I saw Ezzura nonchalantly walking around the hall, gloating over the victory. I flinched, then I clenched my teeth. My previous visions, Immara's memories, the feeling of betrayal, they all came back and filled every inch of my body. I instantly raised my hands in order to attack her, but… nothi
"W-what?" I murmured nervously, gazing at Sister.She avoided my stare. She must have known from the beginning that I was the incarnation of her younger sister, the one she told me about. Now, the fact that she claimed that she didn't remember her name and told me to call her "Sister" made me grit my teeth. Why couldn't she tell me?! Even if she wasn't certain if I remember my past life, couldn't she tell me that I look exactly like her late sister?! I felt confused and betrayed, and the most disturbing fact was that I had never recalled having an older sister in the memories of my past life…"Oh… I can see that she didn't tell you, did she?" Shelta chuckled coldly. "She had been told to gain your trust and kill you, but once she had learnt that you were sisters, she disobeyed the orders. She even decided to trick us to save your life, but you had to die even after you had lost your powers…"My head started to spin. I glanced at Sister. I co
There was a road outside the forest. It led straight to the witches' castle. It looked like a fortress. It had high stone walls around it, and an enormous iron gate at the front. Samil walked at the front. Sister and I were right behind him, and the rest of the soldiers marched in formation, moving towards the gate while constantly fighting off the witches. Finally, we forced the witches to run back to their castle. They ran to the gates, banging on them and desperately crying to those in charge to open the entrance. Yet Mahala and the rest of the witches in charge were deaf to their pleading voices. They would rather let them die at those gates than open them. I gave Sister a signal, nodding my head, and we hit those witches with our magic, making them fall into a coma."Chris, get the explosive to blast those gates," Samil ordered."Understood," Chris replied, then abruptly turned around to get the bombs ready."Wait!" I called out, "There's no need for that.
It was dawning when Sister finished her story. We managed to drink three bottles of wine, but certainly we didn't have to worry about getting drunk or having a hangover. Lack of sleep couldn't bother us either. That was the upper side of being a witch.After the whole night of talking, we used a few spells to improve our looks. Then I made us breakfast, and we were ready to work on making the cor inane for Samil's men. Chris showed up after 10 AM and brought the clothes and other things for Sister. Then his men delivered thousands of crystals, some for the amulets and some to make a powder that can be used on bullets. There was a lot of work ahead of me and Sister.For the first time, I was glad that Samil wasn't around. I felt more at ease then. I didn't have to worry about my boyfriend's peculiar behavior. I wasn't sure if he'd act the same way the next time he and Sister met, but I'd rather not think about it at the time...Sister was friendly towards everyon
I was exhausted from too much thinking. I was anxious, but I had to pretend that everything was all right in front of Sister. I didn't want her to jeopardize our alliance right before that big fight. It was something I couldn't afford. I wished Sister goodnight while wearing a perfect smile. I saw her casually lying in bed and closing her eyes. I wished I could fall asleep as peaceful as she did.I tossed and turned in bed, hearing my pounding heart. I was terrified. If Sister's magic wasn't effected by the power of the seal, it could mean that her abilities were far beyond mine. It could mean that Sister's magic was great enough to defeat the demonic power within the seal, and as far as I was concerned, no witch had ever done it. How could I consider myself as a witch from the prophecy then?I wasn't that arrogant to think of myself as the most powerful witch in the world. I had never craved for power. I just wanted to feel confident about winning, and now I was becom
Samil took Sister and me to my apartment. While driving, he turned out to be surprisingly considerate towards Sister and even sent someone to get clothes, shoes, and other basic stuff for her to accommodate comfortably in her new environment. Perhaps I should be glad that he was helpful, but I couldn't help it. It just bothered me more and more. I tried not to show it, yet keeping a smile on my face was no longer possible. Unlike me, Samil was… smiling. He was smiling towards Sister. I had noticed it a few times, and it instantly brought chills to my spine. He'd never been so submissive to me, and now, Sister said a single word, and he immediately made a phone call to get her what she wanted!I felt completely left out in a conversation while we were in the car. If I had been an outsider, I would have thought that she was Samil's girlfriend, not me. I didn't like it in the slightest. I kept telling myself that there were more important things to handle, things concerni